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Jack groaned, but as he looked out at the white blanket covering the dangerous path they had just climbed, he realized he wouldn't want to be anywhere else. The ginger burned on his tongue, the fire roared, and the mountain felt, for the first time all day, like home.

Jack adjusted his grip on the climbing rope, his boots skidding on the loose shale. "Are you sure this is the right path, Jill? The map said 'Winding Path,' not 'Vertical Wall of Death.'" jackandjill ginger nicole

"Warm and waiting," Nicole said, turning her sharp gaze to Jack. "You look pale, Jack. Headache? Nausea?" Jack groaned, but as he looked out at

They reached a narrow ledge, the infamous "Cat’s Ear," and paused to catch their breath. Below them, the valley was a tapestry of autumn gold and brown. Above, the summit loomed, dusted with the first snow of the season. "Are you sure this is the right path, Jill

But one particular Thursday, the hill felt steeper. The sky hung low and gray, and halfway up, Jill stumbled on a root. Jack caught her elbow.

"You two are slow today," Nicole said, unbuckling her harness. "The weather’s turning. I was about to come down and drag you up."