"Oh, yeah," Kimberly gasps in between bouts of giggles. "It's like, oh, God, you remember, Lane, when I slipped at Glacier and slid all the way down that mountain?" Cori looks understandably concerned, but I start laughing, as well. Maybe you had to be there, or maybe you just have to know Kimberly. But, well, it was kind of funny, the way it worked out. Kimberly and I had taken the Cheetah up to Glacier four summers ago-a summer when the park still had numerous snow-covered trails late into July. We were making our way gingerly down a ridge when Kimberly lost her footing and proceeded to slide almost 1,000 feet down a steep, snow-covered slope. My heart caught in my throat, but almost before she stopped sliding I heard her laughter sailing up the ridge, and she was still laughing when my friends and I got down to where she was.