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Rick Fairall: Blood Brothers
The jagged boulders at the bottom of the snow-filled gully werent fully
covered by the snow. They lay in a jumble, piled there by the receding
glacier from the last ice age. There was plenty of time to fully regard
them as he accelerated towards them, approaching some terminal
velocity, down the ice chute into which hed been unceremoniously
pitched, headlong. Thus begins Rick Farrells account of what, by most
measures, would have been his last experience on earth. That it wasnt is
something of a miracle. At the end, he knew he was a blood brother with
the snow that would melt and flow into the sea.
