Chapter 11
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Further away from the village, past the wind turbines which powered much of the North Pole, was a spot known as the Hidden Hollow. Here nature had created a perfect dip in the surface of the ground, several feet lower than the surrounding terrain and very easy to fall into if one wasn’t careful. It offered protection from the winds which frequently buffeted the North Pole, providing a very nice spot to rest so long as one entered it deliberately as opposed to tumbling in accidentally
“Do you want to take a break in the Hidden Hollow?” asked Keru.
“Yes, as long as it involves tea.”
“It can definitely involve tea.”
They stopped just before the hollow and removed their skis. It was much easier to carry the skis down rather than try to control their descent. They were, after all, cross-country skiers, not downhill.