I can’t believe how last night turned out. We just kept pushing through the snow until the road turned back downhill. We followed it all the way to the ridge above the refugio, where Tyler ran into Eizo the innkeeper. He was ready for a midnight rescue. I couldn’t tell whether he was surprised, relieved or angry. Either way he prepared us amazing risotto.
We discovered that our shuttle driver had dropped us off nearly 10 kilometers from where we were supposed to be. We added to that by taking a wrong turn–or two. I’m okay with this; we experienced an incredible ride, no matter how lost we were.