About Sophie
Dear Tetons
This could be one of many mornings, midsummer or midwinter or somewhere between a dusting of snow and a huckleberry feast. It could be a summit day, an attempt or a simple exploration.
Somebody I used to know
My tears are cathartic. Consciously, I reign myself back in and start climbing again. The climb is hard, and I have to focus on my movement and my foot placements, trusting my body. It’s distracting, and by the time I make it up to Kale, I’ve forgotten that I couldn’t breathe.
Feature 3
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