You set out, west along the Devil's Road. All day you struggle along through the deep snow. The horses - as usual - are near exhaustion by day's end. They were not meant to traverse snow this deep. As evening comes on the road crosses a small river flowing out of a frozen lake to the southwest. You make a camp on its shore, and Jo-owrn goes ice fishing for a time, returning with a half a dozen pike for dinner.
The night passes quietly.