GM POST
Finishing with Garret's old base camp, you double check your lines and security knots, and set forth, Lumrolur at the lead. Rather than the difficult ascent up the icy outcropping, Russet points out a natural switchback descending a snowy gully before rising back into the ascent. Your crampons push through snow until you find rock or ice beneath, making the slight gain in elevation feel exaggerated from the demand on your legs.
Recent tracks from mountain goats run from east to west as you trek out of the gully. You fall into a rhythm punctuated by the sound of Corse hammering in pitons.
Abruptly, Boy stops with a puzzled whine. He barks once, then twice. The crackle of snow and the whistling winds hitting the far side of the Cairn are the only sound you can hear. Then, faintly, the sound of a response bark! Dashing forward, Boy bounds as best he can through the snow.
Soon, an overturned sled, partially buried in the snow, comes into view. A broken crate lies scattered about. Still harnessed to the sled are 5 sled dogs, weary from trying to free themselves only causing the harnesses to twist together. Several of them bark in response, wagging their tails at the sight of your party.