That Shack Wherein
Danila and I ascend the Rila Mountains, beginning our trip at the Rila Monastery. We are heading towards the hiker's hut where we are to rest for the night, before continuing onto The Seven Lakes. After six hours of hiking we are tired and thirsty, so we are not alarmed at the first sight of patchy snow, but are rather glad. Eventually, we get wet, it starts to get colder, I slip down a portion of a mountain top, we come up against a total white, all the sign posts disappear underneath it, we decide to turn back and get at least below the tree line to look for shelter for the night. We have no tents or sleeping bags. Luckily, we come upon a very disintegrated shack, wherein lies two makeshift beds covered with pine needles. We spend the night, sipping on whiskey, half asleep in fevered dreams, but we don't get pneumonia. The next day we go back down from where we came and head to Sapareva Banya to recover.