Fresh from her own congratulation of Alanna, Goldy watches the spectacle with a certain amount of awe. That's her girl.

"I guess we won't be needing this then," she says, returning one of three primitive harnesses into her pack with the rest of the gear. She takes one of the remaining pair and holds it out for Alanna to step through the nylon leg straps.

"We're going across the more traditional way."