The sun rose, a small speck peaking out from behind the
upward-thrusting, fist-shaped pillar of ice that was their destination. The
star-peppered absolute black sky brightened to a dark blue and the men roused themselves.
Despite the heaters, they could still see their breath as they donned their
cold weather suits. They were warm by the time they finished breaking down camp.
“Everybody packed?” Drake asked.
A ring of thumbs up answered him.
“Then let’s move out!”
The trek across the frozen ground was difficult, and
everyone lamented the loss of their vehicle more than once during the day’s march.
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