I did have a camera, and it was in my ziploc can where my smokes should have been. Apparently, in my middle of the night delerium, I snapped a couple pics, likely to remind myself how miserable the outdoors can be when you're an idiot. I guess I embellished the size of the rocks, but they sure felt bowling ball sized. And make no mistake, the snow in the pic is about a fifth of what had fallen by the time I abandoned camp and went searching for my friends. This must have been fairly early in the ordeal.
My bed:
My campsite:
