After my mom died it was hard for me. I got bullied in school, and my grades weren't the best. People referred to me as "someone at rock bottom." I was an alcoholic, I used liquor to cope with the loss. I closed myself off and one day I somehow miraculously opened up to some people at a coffee shop to vent. They didn't think I was serious, I kept talking and they all just stood there and laughed at me.
The frigid weather and the long distance between one camp ground to camp ground cases a lot of problems from not knowing where you are to falling threw the snow and ice.
