For Now

I come here thrice a month, which is enough to process all the potatoes we produce into the starch we use to bake bread. But if we could transport these machines back to Camp Igloo, I wouldn't have to put myself at risk of blizzards and Vulture attacks on the journey here. Commander Wendy and I have looked into it, but our findings were depressing: the boiler and oven are built in, so we'd have to demolish the whole structure. For now, all I can do is hope the weather's somewhat better next time.