“I can’t hold the axes!” George shouted as loud as he
could against the roaring wind. The screen on his watch had frozen some time
ago, so he had no idea how long they had been ascending the frozen cliff face. Jessica
held up an arm, acknowledging his cry and began looking around for somewhere to
get warm.
After a few moments she shouted down, “No good. There’s
nowhere to hole up. We’ll have to use the hanging bags!”
George held up his arm, then pulled his pack around so he
could access the pitons they needed for the shelter.
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