Yep, that’s the first thing I do. I line up the stones, count ‘em one by one, let the rhythm ground my thoughts, then I double‑check my pack—firewood, a spare stove, extra blankets, a map, a compass, and a good pair of boots. Once all’s set, I stare at the horizon, make a quiet promise to the wind, and step into the white. It keeps the nerves tight and the body ready for the cold.