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July 29, 2016
Posted at 4:16 pm
Updated: July 29, 2016 - 4:17 pm

Chapter 394 of Book 3 is in the queue

This week with Arlene and Jeff:

...He had gone only what he guessed to be a couple of hundred yards past his meat stash when he realized that the air was now drastically cooler, and a few minutes later, he could see his breath in the lantern light. A little farther along, he realized that the walls of the cave looked different. Instead of stone or dirt, there was the beginning seams of something that looked far different. Touching it, he realized that it must be ice - dirty ice. Astonished, he stopped to shine the light around, then toward the roof of the cave some ten feet or so away at this point. There was definitely ice mixed with the dirt, and within a short distance as he walked on, the ice increased until everything seemed to be composed of it.

Shrugging, he continued, though more uneasy than ever. After another few minutes of steady walking, the cave floor steepened considerably. In addition, he was nearing the end of the parachute cord. To go farther, he would have to go back, untie the cord, bring it down to this point and tie it off again.

In the last hundred feet or so, the ice had sometimes been almost clear for a little way, reflecting the light back to cause dancing shadows on the walls, ceiling and floor of the passage. Although there was dirt frequently mixed with the ice, his boots skated on the slick surface. "Fuck this," he mumbled as his feet went out from under him for the second time and he almost didn't catch himself before falling. As he stood shivering in the cold, "We've gone far enough. The whole tunnel is ice. I can store my meat here and it will freeze solid. Besides," he quietly said as he raised the light above his head to look on down the tunnel, "it gets steeper from here. No way am I going to risk my ass on that without a very good reason. Let's head back to camp, Boy."...

Have a goodun;