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HOMER NARR2-PD/Ref@5491
They were roped together, falling back
on techniques that were hundreds of
years old. They had small field-driven
sledges to carry equipment, but the
fields were nearly useless on the
glacier, which was riddled with
crevasses and pressure ridges. This
meant they had to haul the sledges by
hand much of the time. It was slow,
painful, difficult work. The temperature
hovered around minus 35 degrees Celsius,
and for these recently restructured Ants
it was still unpleasant.
Yet it was very beautiful. Peter called
a halt near a rock outcropping. He
rested his bare hand on the stone face
for a moment. "Many of these nunataks
hold food and supply caches, some of
them dating back a century or more. Old
habits die hard, especially in an
environment as harsh as this."
"You call this harsh?" Larin asked,
smiling. She indicated the blazing
orange clouds, the shreds of milky blue
sky, the many-hued blues and greens of
the ice, the dusky snow. The down of her
upper lip was crusted with ice.
Peter smiled back. "Not at the moment,
perhaps. But we are going into darkness,
and we have a trek of some four thousand
kilometers."
"That'll take, oh, at least three
months," Rover calculated.
"Close enough," Peter agreed.
"Where are we going?" Larin asked.
"The best projections I could get
indicated that Terminus..."
"If it exists," Shem interrupted.
"If it exists," Peter agreed. "It'll be
somewhere in the vicinity of the Pole of
Relative Inaccessibility, that point on
the high Antarctic Desert furthest from
all coasts."
"That makes it sound hard to reach," one
of the older women said.
"Do you want to go back? We've done the
easy part of the trip across the Ross
ice to here. You could be back in
twenty-four hours."
She laughed. "Absolutely not. I've
followed you this far. Things were not
this interesting in Springfield West."
"Very well. There are places where the
ice has been bored. Ice currents carry
some of these bores in our direction.
The route I've planned will allow us to
use some of them, which means we will be
traveling inside the ice; that'll be the
easy part. Other times we'll be on the
surface. The going is sometimes smooth,
other times difficult. We're going to
have to work together. It'll be very
similar to the early days of
exploration, except we have these
caches."
They ate and moved on. Progress was
painfully slow, but a few standard days
later they reached the plateau. Before
them was an endless sea with waves
frozen in place.
"They're called sastrugi," Rover said.
"Unless we can lase openings in them,
we've got to climb over."
"We climb," Peter said. "We can't afford
to melt our way across. Only use lasers
on the biggest ones."
Permanent darkness fell. The hours of
daylight had grown shorter and shorter
until one day the sun simply failed to
appear. They had no use for polarizing
membranes now, and had to depend on
their light intensifiers or glowlamps to
see. They walked, and climbed, and
walked some more.