"What about the boat?" Chip asked.
"I'll send someone to see to it tomorrow," the girl said.
"You're some gal," Chip said admiringly. "Dern near six feet, ain't ye? And built, too, what I mean."
They stepped out of the door into a whipping wind.
"Let's go across to the equipment shed and get parkas for you," Anne-Marie said. "It will be cold on the slopes."
"Yeah," Chip said, shivering. "I've heard you folks don't believe in ridin' ever time you want to go a few miles uphill in a blizzard."
"It will make us hungry," Anne-Marie said. "Then Chip will cook a wonderful meal for us all."
Chip blinked. "Been cookin' too long," he muttered. "Didn't know it showed on me that way."
Behind the sheds across the wind-scoured ramp abrupt peaks rose, snow-blanketed. A faint trail led across white slopes, disappearing into low clouds.
"The lodge is above the cloud layer," Anne-Marie said. "Up there the sky is always clear."