“We can leave things here,” said her father, who had stripped down to just a thin long-sleeved shirt under his jacket. “We won’t be long, and the weather looks pretty stable. I’ll carry your warm things.”
Mirka gave her outer warm layer to her father and hurried to put on her jacket again to block the bite of the ever-present wind through her remaining layers. Unlike him, she was still relatively recently come to the south, and she felt it with the temperatures hovering a little below freezing. The three then set off skirting the edge of the glacier down to Lake Bonney and the research station erected in the middle of it in companionable silence.
