It wasn't as hard as he thought it might be, lifting the end of the bridge up once it was hung over the edge, but it was an interesting way to go, letting a little bit of rope out as Doc pushed. He nodded a little bit at Malcolm now and then, adding, "Alright, slow, slow."

The further they got, the harder it got, forcing him to turn his feet into the snow for better leverage as his shoulders worked. But it looked like it would make it, if they didn't fuck it up.

"Almost there, keep goin'."