Sitting bolt upright in the darkness, I worm my way quickly out of the breathing hole of my -30-degree sleeping bag, a trick that my jumpy, light sleeping tendencies have mastered over years of sleeping inside the synthetic cocoons. Andy is already awake next to me, fiddling with his climbing gear. “Is it 1:00am already?” I ask.
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