For some time the only sound other than the wind and the ice was the crunch of their boots on the ice and later the gravel of the bare valley. Being on the coast, there was more bare ground than normal, but the grey of the valley walls still made a nice change from the largely endless snow white of Antarctica. High overhead a few small lonely clouds moved inland, contrary to the katabatic winds flowing down the valley.
Once they got to the bottom, they crossed the glacier onto the lake near Blood Falls. Though the falls wasn’t flowing, the red stain stood out brightly against the white of the glacier. Mirka tried removing her glacier glasses to enjoy the sight in its natural color.
