UPFRONT September 5, 2005 Issue

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PATRICIA KADICK, STAFF EDITOR

We were alone on a Colorado mountaintop, having trekked the 11,000-foot peak without seeing another soul. Inspiring vistas and a powerful holy quiet had embraced me and my son.

But by nightfall, a storm had turned grandeur into awesome danger. In that total dark, wind and rain whipped our tent, and the crack of thunder felt so close I thought it might cut through the mountain itself.

Every detail of our trek had been intentional, including staking the tent near a ravine. It was all part of an adventure my son and I found thrilling. Until then, that is. I was terrified, and my concern grew into a solid object with a life of its own, preventing me from thinking or feeling any else.

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