“Well, no point in giving up ’till your plane takes off,” said Vergen.
“Things can change suddenly here. At least I have the past couple summers, and things are looking good for me for next summer.”
“That will give you something to look forward to through the Austral winter, at least.”
“That it will. Enjoy the heights.”
“Thanks. We will.” By this time they had donned their windproof overclothes and were outside on the porch. Bob closed the door and they turned and walked down the steps to set out again. The Sun was shining from a bit east of north as they set off towards the glacier and their skidoo. Blood falls was again only a red stain on the glacier and lake as they passed by.