Start: 0915
Weather: Scorchio!
Woke up late this morning – I am aching all over! I feel like an old man. Our breakfast of custard porridge with fruit pastilles lifted my spirits tho :)
Things soon changed, once we were on our way. After repacking last night, my pulk had become very unstable and kept wobbling over every few metres (this was stomping on my last nerves!). As a result, lots of time was wasted as I sorted the mess. Not that it made much difference to the group’s progress – the crevasses saw to that!
By midday we had had enough – the crevasses were too wide, the ups were too strenuous (with 100kg of wobbly pulks around my waist), the downs too steep and the flat bits did not exist. So we decided to leave our pulks and do a bit of a recce.
Initially the ground did not change, but after a kilometre or so the ground improved – as did our moods. Our hearts sank a while later when we came to even more trickier ground. It was at this point that we decided to split…
Alistair and Iain carried along what looks like the remains of the ice-road, whilst Matt Mark and myself went to move the pulks to a campsite we had seen en-route (which, incidentally, Matt reckoned could double up as a landing site for a helicopter – should we need one!)
By the time we had moved the pulks, set up camp and hoisted the Union Jack – Alistair and Iain arrived back…
The news was good (hooray!). After six more kilometres of the tricky stuff, the ground got better. After a quick conflab, we decided to press on :)
Camp: N 67° 8’ 55·2” W 49° 45’ 10·5”
Alt: 829 m
Distance: 1·20 km (+10 km recce)
Finish: 1720
Weather: Scorchio!
Woke up late this morning – I am aching all over! I feel like an old man. Our breakfast of custard porridge with fruit pastilles lifted my spirits tho :)
Things soon changed, once we were on our way. After repacking last night, my pulk had become very unstable and kept wobbling over every few metres (this was stomping on my last nerves!). As a result, lots of time was wasted as I sorted the mess. Not that it made much difference to the group’s progress – the crevasses saw to that!
By midday we had had enough – the crevasses were too wide, the ups were too strenuous (with 100kg of wobbly pulks around my waist), the downs too steep and the flat bits did not exist. So we decided to leave our pulks and do a bit of a recce.
Initially the ground did not change, but after a kilometre or so the ground improved – as did our moods. Our hearts sank a while later when we came to even more trickier ground. It was at this point that we decided to split…
Alistair and Iain carried along what looks like the remains of the ice-road, whilst Matt Mark and myself went to move the pulks to a campsite we had seen en-route (which, incidentally, Matt reckoned could double up as a landing site for a helicopter – should we need one!)
By the time we had moved the pulks, set up camp and hoisted the Union Jack – Alistair and Iain arrived back…
The news was good (hooray!). After six more kilometres of the tricky stuff, the ground got better. After a quick conflab, we decided to press on :)
Camp: N 67° 8’ 55·2” W 49° 45’ 10·5”
Alt: 829 m
Distance: 1·20 km (+10 km recce)
Finish: 1720
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