Facing doubts in FLYING SOLO

I FEEL COLD as raindrops seep through my hair onto my neck and, with icy fingers, I grip my hiking poles tighter. I’m watching the sun flare red with the last light of day, illuminating the clouds rolling over the peaks but I’m not seeing the hut I’m so desperately searching for.

“Just over the next peak; it’s just over the next peak,” I tell myself and push on, trying not to stumble from the cold and exhaustion, and also from the beautifully distracting sunset.

What got me here? I’m not injured or lost but potentially close to both. I’m an outdoor guide and teach decision making and risk management