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
We tried to fashion a rescue sled but without much success. My conclusion: Rescue sleds suck.