The Climb Day Two: Let The Benevolent Forced Feedings Commence

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“I don’t know how much I’m really going to be able to eat at this hour,” Carrie said to me. She sat across from me in the dark little green dining tent intended to cocoon just the two of us as Amos, the team server, darted in and out with plates positively heaped with food. He presented them to us, one by one, making an impassioned speech about how deeply, truly his heart wanted us…