“A storm!”
“Absolutely. With the direction of the wind, quartering to the direction the range takes, that storm will come and come and come.”
“That Means a Storm!” Sparky Exclaimed
Even as Mary watched the view away to the left changed. Instead of simply disappearing each mountain began to “smoke.” It wasn’t smoke, she knew that. It was snow blown hundreds, perhaps thousands of feet into the air.
As the moments passed the thing grew in horror and intensity. Striking the mountains at an angle, the storm appeared to creep upon them like a thief in the night.
“It’s coming, Sparky!” she exclaimed.
“Yes, coming,” he agreed. “And we’re climbing.”