My introduction to Dylan was when I induced a mate of mine to go Winter camping with me. We'd hike in before a predicted snowstorm, tent up, then trek out amidst the fresh snow. On the way in we encountered a freezing stream that we had to cross. It was iced over, but the ice was not thick enough to support our weight. My companion insisted on sending a pre-hike postcard to his missus written as though it was his last communication - ever. And all the way in he kept repeating the lines from ISIS: "The wind it was howling, the snow was outrageous We chopped through the night and we chopped through the dawn When he died I was hoping it was not contagious But I made up my mind I had to go on."
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