I was a little chilly when I awoke, even though The Lady Known As Lou (hereafter TLKAL) was snuggled on one side and Marcia on the other. During the night the tent had blown away in the blizzard and the thermometer on the sled said that the temperature was hovering around -467 F. It was slower getting started than usual, but eventually the dogs were fed, the sleds loaded, and we were off.
Driving into the teeth of the blizzard, the temperature dropping all the while, we mushed on. Up hills and down, across mighty rivers, forging ever onward, our banner with the strange device unfurled, we dared the worst Nature could throw at us, our precious bottles of serum carefully tucked safely away.
What there was of the day was fading fast when ahead I glimpsed the faintest glimmer of light, just the faintest pinprick in the Stygian gloom and the white hell that surrounded us. As we pounded past a sign, I knew that we were saved, at least for this night. For that sign, that very welcome sign, read WELCOME! to SPENARD and as the handlers took charge of the dogs and TLKAL and I stumbled up the steps and through the welcoming door, I knew that at least for one more night the serum was safe.