Looking out our bedroom window the following morning gave us the same view as the previous day. I didn't know how much snow could fall on the mountain before it decided to come back down it, but I was getting nervous.
Avalanches weren't something I spent a lot of time thinking about, but suddenly they were at the very front of my mind. I wished I'd majored in them rather than education and statistics. How would knowing how to teach statistics help me if the mountain dumped itself right on top of me?