Nolan dressed in layers of thermal clothing, checked the traction spikes on his boots and packed his gear. Before leaving, he slipped several pieces of dried fish into his pack, then picked up his radio and secured it where he could reach it easily. He pulled his hood tight and stepped outside, ready to face another day on the frozen inlet.
The cold struck hard enough to make his eyes water. Beyond the cabin, the landscape stretched into a vast expanse of white, broken only by distant ridges of ice and the faint outlines of snow-covered rocks. Nolan adjusted the strap of his pack and headed toward his usual fishing spot, keeping to a route he had travelled countless times before.