A reporter asked him, “Weren’t you terrified?”

Kincaid planted that seed in a pot of soil the next morning. It sprouted within a week. He named the sapling Hope .

For forty-eight hours, Kincaid lay flat on his stomach, listening to the glacier sing. He melted ice with his body heat. He counted his heartbeats like rosary beads. Rescue teams assumed he was dead.

Kincaid refuses.