Antiquarian's Precious Find
Grabbing Teri by the waist, he lowered her into it beside him, waiting as Marcus jumped down.
Flat against the ground, an insulated mylar shelter lay, staked at the four corners. Squatting, Jim drew them into crouches with him, quickly attaching two domed flexible poles to support the tent’s entrance and a third at the foot to give it shape.
Marcus sighed with relief. Even this bit of stone refuge was significant protection, simply by blocking the wind. When Jim lifted the mouth of the bivy, gesturing him inside, he went without hesitation.
“Feet first! Try to keep your blanket all the way around you.”
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