I remember, very distinctly, hearing Dave shoot, and thinking that at least he was able to see... I spent the better half of that day blinded by sideways snow and fog. I had a hunch Dave would be late back to camp as he doesn't miss... However, I know his propensity to riding hard and am always worried I'm going to have to come find him after he dumps it somewhere on that trail. He looked like hammered chit, but at least he was intact..
