Tibetan Terrain Yeti
Our Cold Brew

I was in the high mountains. The air is thin and cold. You have to watch every step, every movement; you life depends on it. You hear the wind all about you as it swirls the snow. The occasional warm, wonderful sip of piping hot coffee is a welcome pause. As you sip your coffee, you hear a distant sound. It sounded like a giant bellowing in the clouds. You stow you coffee and continue your assent. In a crevasse between two peaks, your eyes catch motion at the far end. It's the Yeti. It catches sight of you at the same moment and you both remain motionless for what seemed an eternity. Suddenly, a swirl of snow passes between you and when it clears, the Yeti is gone. You look all about you,but you see no sign of it. You retrieve your coffee, take a sip and smile, for you have just had a Tibetan Terrain Yeti Sighting and a fine cup of coffee