I awaken to a steady pattering against the fly. Before I can process the sound, it shifts. Now it’s a light, irregular tapping, like someone is throwing confetti over our tent.

I open my eyes. Riggins is snuggled against me, submerged beneath a mountain of blankets. I reach for the tent zipper and tug it open just enough for a peek at the gray morning. Yup, rain and snow. Slush slides down the outside of the fly. I zip the tent closed and roll toward Riggins, curling into his furry warmth.

Aaron’s already up with our other dog, Firnspiegel. I hear the stove thrumming as the water comes to a boil, then quieting as Aaron shuts it off. Yes. Coffee. Soon. I close my eyes again. The precipitation soon tapers off. Here’s my opportunity to move, to pack up the gear, make breakfast, and change into some ski gear. The coffee’s ready and we have a weather window.

It’s time to rally.