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We climbed back into the camper. Tina put

away the food. Soon Grandfather revved up

the engine and we were off again.

I stared out the window as we drove

along. Icy streams flowed down from the

tops of gigantic glaciers. Snowcapped

mountains dotted the landscape.

Thea snapped away with her camera.

“This place is like a winter wonderland,”

she remarked.

We drove on into the night. The road

grew steeper. We crossed over a

bridge. We climbed along a rugged

Patches of ice covered the road. I broke

out in

narrow

gorge.

a cold sweat. One slip and we’d all