Freeze

The weather was supposed to be warm. It wasn't. I was camping in the the malpais, bad country, of New Mexico and it was -20 degrees farenheit at night. The moisture in my breath froze and turned into little snowflakes while I tried to keep myself warm inside my car. Each morning when I woke up my outer sleeping bag was covered in a thin layer of ice that cracked and tinkled as it fell to the cheap frozen carpeting


Staying warm isn't so hard, but that wasn't the only complication the cold brought. All of my food and water was solid. It took hours to prepare a little dinner of soup and water. Without constant heat nothing stayed liquid long.


But the caves! I explored half a dozen or more caves in just three days. Biking from my car across the frozen lava fields scanning for yet another entrance into the vast underground labyrinth carved a millennia ago.




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