My husband, Erik, and I skinned up Mount St. Helens with our dog and camped above treeline. We were well conditioned, had extra food and fuel, and were super excited to ski a living volcano. On day two, we ate a leisurely breakfast and set out for the summit.
Illustration: Koren Shadmi
After an hour of climbing, in the middle of a switchback, I felt an intense stab in my right knee and fell to the snow, screaming in pain with a dislocated kneecap.