Back away from the rim was a cleared off space complete with a chain-link fence about 100 yards off from us. We headed out for the fence and before long we reached it. I started feeling around trying to remember where the chain-link cutters had been stashed on my pack.
"Oh for the love of mercy!" I grumbled out, as my searching hands came up empty.
I felt a tug on my pack, as Trent pulled the cutters free. He dangled them in front of me and I snatched them from him with a grumbled, "Thank you."
I snipped all the way down the chain-link fence, as Trent waited patiently. I pulled one flap of the chain-link fence back for him to go through. There was a sign affixed on the other side of the chain-link fence that arrested my attention. Something of my tensed state must've registered to Trent, because he stopped and his eyes went to the sign. He may not of known Russian to speak, but he had no problem with being able to discern the universal symbology displayed on the sign. The sign was a minefield warning.
Trent and I glanced at each other meaningfully and then together we glanced back over the cleared off expanse we had just trotted across.
"Hallelujah!" Trent said thickly.
"And praises to His mighty Name!" I echoed in affirmative agreement with Trent.
Very carefully we both stepped through the fence and into the dark confines of the forest, as the moon came out overhead. It was hard to see and we both stumbled not a few times, but we kept going as we needed distance between us and any possible pursuit of us in the morning.