It is not often that you can watch a storm move in over the mountain ridges towards you. To feel the winds pick up, to see the snow start to move down the valley towards you. There is a weird exhilaration to it all. You are witnessing the power of nature first hand.
On the other hand, if you are a serious mountain hiker, you are always tuned in to the weather conditions. You take to heart the saying that "The Mountains Don't Care" when it comes to your puny little life.
So although I knew that even if conditions got really bad I could find my way out of the valley, and that I had plenty of extra stuff in my backpack in case I got stuck out overnight, the approaching storm still tapped into that primeval sense of edginess that is still in coursing through our human bodies.
