 And I search around this boulder. I'm looking for a nest, something, anything to explain why they would do that. I don't find it. I think maybe they just want to see what's on the other side. I go back to camp, and everybody's still shivering in the tents. And I try to explain this. I try to tell this story. But I'm 17. I just don't have the words. I can't get across that feeling of peace.