Hangin tough

As I type this Pi and Sean are on the phone from high camp, sitting cozy in their tent waiting down another weather day. Pi reports few clouds overhead but high winds aloft. A weather day at high camp usually means the normal bouts of eating as big as appetite allows and drinking snowmelt, and usually by this time on a Denali trip people have finished their books and have swapped with a fellow climber. Sometimes a person with a thicker book will shave off individual chapters, so two or three climbers can all be reading the same novel in different stages. The group is in the best spot possible and are waiting down the weather, willing the winds to slack off and give them a window.