Fritz Mead and I, randomly decided to go on an 8mile hike, on a rainy day, to Yosemite Peak. We started hiking around 3:30pm and by 5:00pm we ended up in a foggy canyon, with rain that was turning into snow. We hiked up the steapest part of the mountain, carrying all our gear, in the pitch black till will found a place to setup shop. After getting situated, we grabbed as much wood as we could find, making sure to have enough firewood to last to the morning. We woke up at 6:00AM with no sun in sight, 5 degrees never felt so good. After ten minutes of breaking sticks in the freezing cold, we had the smallest fire to work with; just enough warmth to keep telling ourselves the days going to get easier. Ten minutes after that, the fire was big enough to cook on with a small pan. I gathered snow in the pan and I started to melt the snow into water. I boiled the water to make coffee. It was a great way to start our morning, a barbarian touch, a warm coffee and a disgusting cigarette. Doesn’t get better. wahooo