An hour and a half of riding later after climbing a steep section Vergen stopped the snowmobile high up the Taylor Glacier. Turning back they could see across the Ferrar Glacier to Mount Erebus and the Ross Sea in the distance.
“This looks like a good place to stretch the legs and eat some nutty.”
“It’s enough sitting that I’m ready for a change of position,” said Mytzi as she some granola bars and chocolate out of her pack. She passed the bars around and they leaned against the back of the Skidoo to gnaw their way through them. The sides of the mountains rising above the snowy glaciers were a stark grey against the white that faded to the blue of the ocean in the distance. Overhead the nearly clear sky was an expanse of blue slowly shifting in tone across its breadth.