I spent three hours last night talking to strangers about mountains.
Drank three cups of mulled wine, discovering that the answer to 'should I add more brandy?' should always be a resounding yes.
And so I dreamt about truging hikes in New Zealand, the overwhelming Himalayans, and two hundred year old stone houses in Tennesse.
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