He built a cocoon of pine boughs and crawled inside it in his sleeping bag. He brought a long bare branch to use to open up an escape hole when the snow finally stopped falling. He knew eventually help would come. He closed his eyes and dreamed about a steamy bowl of chile. Then he dreamed about aromatic hot coffee. The dream about noisy helicopter blades woke him up. He scrambled out of his shelter and waved his arms at the sky.
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