After the scary, freezing mountain climb the other day I had to take a break, both because it was snowing, and to de-scare-ify myself. I hid in a little wooden cabin for 2 days, listening to the wind whip the snow around and eating beef, trying to put some hair on my chest. There was a huge swimming pool there, fed by a hot spring, where I did some swimming.
This part of Montana has an elevation between 5000 and 7000 feet. It's cold and intimidating.
This morning, I crept out of my hidey-hole like a little mouse, with about 30 plastic bags wrapped around my feet, and rode 50 miles to Dillon, MT.