The Grol Mountains in Oakhaven weren't exceptionally long, but their continuous peaks were majestic and magnificent. Before the apocalypse, they had attracted many tourists.
Evelyn Ford stored the helicopter in her space. As she looked out, the mountains and forests were blanketed in pristine white snow. There was nothing but white between the heavens and the earth.
"There's a road for vehicles down there. Let's bring out the Mammoths, attach the carriage, and then head into the mountains. The road surface is still quite wide; we should be able to pass easily."
Finding the people was important, but they needed to scout the path first before heading into the mountains to search slowly. It was already past five in the afternoon. Evelyn Ford took two small birds from her space, fed them, gave them a few instructions, and then set them free.
