Broken and Fearless // C.B.

Chapter 125

[We're skipping about a month; sorry. Juliet is now almost six months along. Despite her being with the boys in this video, she's careful and they all watch out for her.]

Sam and Colby's video: Exploring USA's Coldest GHOST Town (scary)

Colby's POV:

I jumped and kicked the air before saying, "What's up, guys? It's Sam and Colby!"

"And Juliet!" my wife cried before gasping softly and muttering, "Silly girl."

"Welcome the video number twenty-two!" Sam said. "We are in the coldest place imaginable."

"Antarctica," I stated.

"Yes. Wrong. We've had this weird obsession in 25 by 25 of getting really cold. Down in the snow or in 65 degree water or less and now we decided, hey why not go to the absolute coldest place in the United States. We're here in Alaska!" He cheered. "To give you an idea of how cold this is, we had so many people from Alaska say don't come here. Yo, if you're from Los Angeles, you're going to die. Single worst time to be in Alaska apparently."

"You're like, just wait a couple months until it warms up a little bit. You're probably gonna get stuck if you're a tourist, so don't come at all and we're like, all right. We'll go, we'll come next week."

"Yeah." He laughed. "Frost on his eyelashes."

"It's hurting."

Jules stood on her tiptoes and wiped the frost from my eye. "Better?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

She nodded and laid in the snow, proceeding to make snow angels. I laughed softly and pulled her up.

Sam continued. "First day of the trip is negative two degrees. It's cold."

"It's gonna look like marshmallows during this trip."

Jules smiled. "But I've been promised a hot drink of my choice, so win-win. Exploring and a drink to warm me up."

"The goal today is to find the single coldest ghost town in all the United States," Sam said.

Jules rubbed her hands together. "I love ghost towns! They're so eerie."

"We're going back to exploring days, guys!" I exclaimed as Jules laughed. She'd been persuaded to come, with the assurance that we'd all look after her.

"The goal today is to find the single coldest ghost town in all the United States," Sam said.

Jules shivered and pulled her coat tighter before saying, "Despite the shivering, I like the cold. Lest you viewers forget, I grew up with cold weather."

"Ready?" I asked as Sam and Jules cheered.

"Twenty-two!" Sam cried.

Us guys hiked a glacier while Jules stayed below. As much as she wanted to hike with us, we collectively agreed it wasn't a good idea with the baby. If she weren't as far along, maybe, but definitely not with her almost six months along. I'd almost lost her more times than I liked to count, and I wasn't about to almost lose her again, or worse, actually lose her.

Our tour guide told us what might happen if we fell in. "These mulans are so deep and there's so much water rushing through them, that you drown before you hit the bottom."

"Oh!" I groaned, yet again glad that Jules was waiting for us partway in a safe spot.

"Oh my gosh," Sam said.

Our tour guide, Michelle, clarified that we'd drown in free fall.

I turned to the camera. "So you can drown and fall at the same time. I didn't even know you could do that."