It’s funny. We’ve all done our preparation. We have spent months obsessing over every piece of gear — scrutinizing each garment, trying on dozens of shoes, trimming ounces and grams from our base weight, and second guessing how cold it will be in the Whites. We’ve spent hours pouring over forums, blogs, and articles, chosing our food and deciding if our shoelaces will be good enough.
And now we’re all sitting together in a bus station like kids on the first day of kindergarten, nervous and uncertian, quiet and fidgety, feeling this whole thing out. The ice isn’t even too thick, but I’m too tired to break it today.