Her dad groaned and started to dress in the confines of his sleeping bag. “Well, if that’s the case, we won’t be going anywhere fast.”

Mirka laughed with a sound that was rather close to a snort, “The way it was, we won’t be going twenty feet without a rope.”

Her dad slid out of his sleeping bag in just his thermal underwear and boots, a combination that looks altogether too cold to Mirka given the temperatures hovering around freezing in in the tent, and went to the door to look out himself. The snow she had let in was still where it had fallen in the tent. He looked out as she had done, then stuck his head through the hole to get a wider view. When he pulled his head back inside his brown hair was dotted with white flakes of snow.