As we turned from east to south and started climbing, I realized that these two couples were breaking trail with heavy packs, so I offered to lead and break trail in the fresh snow. Within an hour the weather drastically changed and it got windy and cloudy at 7,000 feet. Instead of going back, I chose to seek shelter quicker and head for the Ostrander Hut. However, I missed the last sign, a critical hard right turn, and ended up dropping into the next southern cirque! Weather conditions were getting really bad--howling winds, totally overcast (unlike the NPS federal forecast of that morning), and I was thankful that I had an area topographical map and a good plastic compass. I decided not to sidestep the 50-degree slope back but to make a snow cave with my plastic spare ski tip. I told myself not to worry; after all I had done snow camping for my Boy Scout skiing merit badge, I was a NSP volunteer at Badger, and my parents practically raised me in the outdoors. I curled up in my fiberfill vest and put my extra socks over my gloves. Then, I climbed inside the green wool MaCurry blanket and the Space Blanket. The wind howled and the snow fell all night long. I wondered if I should sleep or try to stay awake to stave off hypothermia. The snow was too hard to sleep on, so I chose to stay awake and think about food, skiiing out the next morning, and what a good adventure story this would be for friends and workmates.