Warming up to Wile E. Coyote


The dawn air is so cold and crisp that you can feel the ice crystals accumulating in your nostrils with each vapor-clouding breath. The humidity is so low that the bone-dry snow squeaks with each step you take, trying to walk quietly toward your destination, a small knoll that's downwind and overlooks a dense balsam swamp.

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