Stranded In A Montana Blizzard, I Found Help Where I Least Expected

until they refuel,” Marcus said. “We use every second.”

They pushed deeper into the wilderness, into a narrow canyon called Devil’s Throat where the helicopter couldn’t follow. The walls squeezed in, ice-covered and treacherous.

“Ground units ahead!” Hammer’s voice crackled over the radio. “Snow-cats. Two o’clock.”

Diego had brought tactical teams. This continue reading …