I do. Winter in the mountains is the very essence of my feeling most alive. The extremes and the solitude are unmatched. A time and place where any step could be your last and every bitter wind seeks to chase you from the heights. It's a trial and judgement by mother nature. It's a perseverance of the mind and heart over the comforts of society. It's an affirmation of my soul.
I'm no stranger to the beach. Though I do prefer clear cool mointain lakes and rivers. The types of places where you could camp for days and never see another human.
Just the birds, the beasts, and the tricks inside your mind.
The sleeping bags I use are quite warm. I do hike in the warmer months as well. I just go to places that most people don't go to. I know places so beautiful and lonely that the silence races right through your soul.
