A wind storm blew in over night. It became so fierce we backtracked on the trail to a rock wall with a crevice-like opening on its face.
All four of us easily fit inside. We just stood there shivering and listening to the howl of the wind. Praying it would soon pass.
Tomas, crammed in the back of the crevice, felt the movement of air on his legs. Upon investigation he found another opening through which he could crawl to a larger chamber.
We gratefully joined him.
The smell of burnt wood was pervasive. Feeling around the Captain found a firebrand which he ignited with flint and steel.
We held up inside all day as the storm continued unabated.
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