It’s been a great day, really. We’re still walking on young ice, only 50–80 cm thick, interspersed with an occasional older ice floe. There is no discernable movement between the floes, and we haven’t seen open water for quite some time. Believe me, we’re both grateful, because it’s hardly tempting to go swimming when it’s 36 below. The coldness is not a problem when we keep moving, but if we touch anything in the tent with unprotected hands, whether our toothbrush or a vitamins jar, it’s so cold that it actually stings. The cold is a nuisance; we have to wear mittens en be extremely careful at all times.
Mike’s fingers are far better today. They’re not complaining at all since he started to use his Norwegian woollen mittens, in addition to my spare over mittens which goes all the way up to the elbove and thus gives better protection from the wind.
Our march northwards is going fine. At night, however, we’re trembling in our sleeping bags and not getting much shut-eye. We are both hoping that temperatures will soon creep above –30?C; that’s much more pleasant.
A couple of days ago we abandoned the smaller pulks. They do weigh a bit, but we do miss them at times. Skiing with one pulk is easier on nice flat plains, but manoeuvring through block ice is actually easier with two pulks.















