The Frozen Peak, The Stolen Sleeping Bag

A blizzard caught us halfway up the mountain. My fiancé, Lukas, his colleague CeCe, and I were trapped in the freezing peaks of the Rockies.

I woke up in the middle of the night, trembling from the bone-chilling cold. My high-end sleeping bag, rated for forty below zero, was gone.

In its place was a thin, flimsy summer blanket. My body felt like it was turning into a block of ice.

By the dim light, I saw CeCe. She was wrapped tightly in my professional sleeping bag, sleeping soundly in Lukas'