Kryner volunteered to go first as well as Hoss. So together the two got their jackets, cloaks and raised the windshield. Slowly and painstaking they got ready to start pushing down on the crank. The first few were taking a lot of effort just to get the force going, but once the ball started rolling it wasn't too terrible, just an occasional push to keep them causing at a decent pace. The cart was carrying them at a full man's sprint of about 15 miles per hour, and according to Kryner the fire keeping them warm and if they kept switching with not too many hold ups they'd be a Chyta within 6 hours or so.<br/><br/>The two carried them along the tracks at remarkable determination and speed with the fire from the back giving the one towards the middle junction of the carts a nice heat. So the two would rotate around cranks to keep going for as long as they could muster. Meanwhile in the back cart separated by the little fire cart was the rest all snuggled up in the blankets, jackets and sandbags to give them some shielding from the wind and most importantly... traction. The rails were slick and going around those mountainous turns over impending death was a big concern.<br/><br/>However while going down the gang could all look out over the edge to see the prehistoric glacier build up, the vast snow capped mountains, the rising morning sun casting a beautiful orange hue over them all. It was picture perfect as they rode along in the carts.