I’m huddled with a dozen others on an outcrop at 2500m in the Canadian mountains.
After a glorious morning of hiking along high ridges, meandering through an eerie burnt-out forest and zig-zagging down steep snow-covered slopes, the weather has turned.
The wind picks up, the temperature falls and fat raindrops are splashing insistently against our faces.
It’s not the ideal situation to be in when you’re a four-hour walk from your accommodation. But Dave, our guide, is unperturbed. A quick call on the radio and five minutes later we hear the welcome sound of our ride home. Chad deftly lands his Bell 212 helicopter 3m from where we crouch.
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