Babies In The Woods
he squeak of snow fracturing under my backcountry skis cuts through the silent blue morning as the chill pierces my nostrils. Ahead, I see my husband, Will, shouldering a huge pack and dragging a sled with enough supplies for a small army. But I’m carrying the precious cargo—our four-month-old daughter—and I’m worried. Although it’s bright outside, the plunging temps tell me a
