Cold, shaken, but alive, the skier flagged down a passing snowplow and was taken to a nearby ski patrol outpost, where he was treated for mild hypothermia. When asked how he’d managed to find his way out of the backcountry with no gear, no GPS, and a snowstorm closing in, he simply said: “A raven showed me the way.”
Whether it was chance, instinct, or something else entirely, the skier’s story is a reminder that sometimes help comes from the most unexpected places. In the silence of the mountains, one intelligent black bird became an unlikely guide—and perhaps, a quiet guardian.