While Mytzi and Mirka started preparing a lunch of soup from freeze-dried meats and vegetables her dad ventured out with a rope tether and succeeded in making contact with the base by radio. While he went out, Mirka reached through the door to scoop up a first pot of snow for the soup. By the time he had made contact and come back in the soup needed only to heat nicely before being eaten.
“Well, I got through to John. The commander happened to be there, and he said not to worry about the delay.”
Mytzi looked at him questioningly as he spoke, and then said, “What did he do? Tell you not to act like it’s your first time dealing with bad weather on the ice?”
He hesitated before answering, “Something like.”