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had to think hard to even come close to the OP story. can't get better than that.

my best was after a 7 mile hike up a finger ridge named Apache Ridge after the guide Theodore Roosevelt had on his trip up here. it was the ridge TR ha to go find his lost guide.
got to the top and found i had left my nose bag when i left the pickup in the dark. as soon as i discovered that i was ravenous,
dug down in my back pack. deep in the bottom beneath a fold i felt a ziplock baggie. it was open. in it was a boiled egg covered with leaves and twigs. it was a naked egg of course, except for the debris. also there were 2 slices of dill pickle. all from a scouting trip two days before.
flicked off the weeds and scarfed down the best meal of that season.
 
Well it wasn’t hunting, my pop didn’t hunt and I was drawn to it later in life, but we did do a lot of outdoors stuff. We were cross country skiing and were deep into the woods when the wind started to howl and the snow flakes got big and thick whipping against our faces. I was 10 or 11 and when I kicked hard it felt like I was flying so we were well away from anywhere when I finally stopped for 15 minutes or so to let him catch up. I remember like yesterday, his mustache was frozen and he wanted to stop and get out of the wind. We went to a depression in the snow about 20 yards across and 3 feet deep like a giant satellite dish and in spite of the wind bowing the trees like set snares, in that snowy bowl it was as calm as morning when the sun is just peeking over the horizon. My pop had brought a backpacking stove and a tiny aluminum pot to heat some water. He lit it up and made a little pot of lapsang souchong tea, which is rich and smoky. I have never felt so warm in such a cold place. I will have a cup of lapsang souchong from time to time to bring me back to that place in the Rocky Mountains near Guinella Pass. Apparently, the tea is banned in Europe because the smoky flavor contains carcinogens. Oh well.
 
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That was awesome! We did the same thing up in the Blue Ridge, cross country skiing, but my old man would bring out random candy bars when the snow started flying, and a small bottle of what he called sweet Lucy. Give us each a candy bar, and a swig of some sweet fortified wine! Small wonder I have alcohol problems today! We'd ski on the Skyline Drive, which closed every time it snowed pretty hard. Which was fairly often in the 70's
 
D.Summers said:
That was awesome! We did the same thing up in the Blue Ridge, cross country skiing, but my old man would bring out random candy bars when the snow started flying, and a small bottle of what he called sweet Lucy. Give us each a candy bar, and a swig of some sweet fortified wine! Small wonder I have alcohol problems today! We'd ski on the Skyline Drive, which closed every time it snowed pretty hard. Which was fairly often in the 70's
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Lol, there’s nothing like flying through the forest with 10 feet of visibility in a blizzard. And I’ll never forget the time I spent with my pop when he was a young man climbing 14’ers and sleeping in pup tents. In Denver, the blizzard of ‘84 shut down the whole city and we skied on Kipling down past Bear Creek. Man I miss CO and the snickerdoodles my mom made when it was cold, in our orange and yellow kitchen in the 70’s.
 
We share similar memories! We lived near Evergreen, Colorado in my youth. We'd make trails thru the lodgepole pines and the aspens to try and learn how to down hill ski. Probably the trails were only 100 yards long, winding around the trees, but man what fun!! I never became a great skiier!
 
I don't remember the name of the mountain, but we were hiking way above the timberline. My mom found a lovely piece of rose quartz that she wanted to bring home. We tried to carry it out for her, my brothers and I, but the air was so faint, we kept losing our breath!! I expect that lovely stone remains there yet!!
 

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