“Give me a hand lowering these.” Will joined him, looping the rope around his waist and leaning back against the cliff to brace himself. “Ready?” Jack called. “Ready.” Jack sat on the ground in front of Will, held onto the rope, and pushed the backpacks over the edge with his feet, putting tension on the rope. Slowly, they lowered the packs down the cliff face, the packs knocking bits and pieces of the mountain free as they slid down.
