Great Divide
Aaron met my eyes as we leaned against our trekking poles, catching our breath as a summer storm poured driving rain down on top of us. "I think we need to change our plans," he said. "I don't think we can do this." I didn't answer right away. Beside us, the tastefully named Owen Creek churned its way down from the alpine, still somewhere high above us. We'd been following its course for five hours--the first early steps of a planned five-day adventure. The weather had turned