Here we're standing on a cliff by the Rio Grande in Big Bend National Park around Christmas 2003. Jenni and I camped in the high desert at a place called Rice Tank which had provided water to livestock belonging to early settlers in the 1920s. One night a huge North wind came in howling like a banshee. Already gone to bed we heard the storm approach but soon realized the high tank levee behind our camp provided the perfect diversion and sent the gale high overhead. We slept cozy and warm completely untouched by the wild arctic blast. In the morning a thick coat of ice topped the water jug but soon it was brilliantly sunny and warm again.