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the martinis, for the lift had stopped running to the top of Signal Hill, a hundred yards above us, and there was no easy way for them to get back up. In less than half an hour we ourselves had struck camp and made out way back to the car, just as the sun left it, and were home four hours later. On the drive home I had some more fatherly advice for my sons. "When you're old enough for martinis," I counseled, "if you do decide to take up ski mountaineering and really get back into the wilderness, remember you've got to watch your weight. 'When in doubt, leave it out,' is what we always taught them in the Mountain Troops. |
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