Chapter 38

“We’ll wear most of our clothes,” Ansel suggested. “Layers will keep us warmer, and that’ll give us more room in our packs for food.”

“It’s only twelve hours,” Hugh protested, since they were heading to the town where Ansel filed his story on the abandoned mines. They had to go there to pick up Ansel’s car, which he had left in a parking lot of a local bed-and-breakfast—with the permission of the B&B’s owner.

“Twelve hours in good weather. Making our way through who knows how many feet of snow, with the possibility of more falling while we’re hiking, could at least double that time.”

“Okay. True. We’ll have to use your tent if we need to set up camp for the night. Mine’s not exactly usable anymore.”

“I don’t have one. Remember?” Ansel replied.

“Hell.”

“If push comes to shove, we’ll find a cave.”