By 3:00 AM, the adrenaline died. My legs felt like lead, and the cold was no longer a vibe—it was a problem. We found a clearing just off the dirt path, dominated by a massive, flat slab of grey rock. It looked like it had been sitting there since the beginning of time.
We didn't sleep much that night. We froze, we laughed at how ridiculous we looked, and we waited for the sun. It was the hardest pillow I ever slept on, but it was the first night of the rest of our lives. By 3:00 AM, the adrenaline died
I shifted on the rock, feeling the rough texture scrape against my shoulder. I smiled into the dark. “Man, my back is going to be ruined tomorrow. But for the first time in months? I can actually breathe.” It looked like it had been sitting there