Start: 1601
Weather: Cloudy and cold.
I woke up suddenly this morning as the wombat was preparing to leave the cave. I dashed outside and did the dirty deed. It was at this moment that I noticed how beautiful this place is. Until now I would be looking at the huge ice formations and wondering how the hell we would get through it. Only now did I notice how spectacular this place is.
After porridge I went to fix my pulk – another impressive bodge job (I just hope it lasts!).
When we finally got everyone out of their sleeping bags, we set off on what we hoped would be our last day. Although the icecap did it’s best to not let us leave!
First Iain’s pulk completely broke, so Matt, Alistair and myself took on more weight. I think my pulk weighs more now than it did at the beginning.
Next my bodge job to the pulk poles failed after a pretty spectacular crash. Alistair’s pulk poles then broke in a similar way.
When Alistair reported that there was only two more kilometres to go, my spirits were lifted – only to be dashed moments later. The ground was becoming steeper and icier, whilst we were becoming very tired. The next kilometre was definitely the toughest terrain of the whole expedition. That said, we were rewarded with some impressive sights – huge waterfalls, ice caves,…
The final kilometre marker brought with it the sight of land on those rickety bridges. The ground was no longer strenuous, but challenging in another way. The final kilometre was like a maze and every turning was a dead end. Eventually Iain and Matt a way through and we headed towards land.
I have never found two kilometres so taxing in my whole life.
I was the first to arrive at the bridge – the first to finish. When I arrived there I felt nothing. I kinda expected to feel relief, happiness, a sense of achievement,… but instead I felt absolutely nothing.
Matt was the next to arrive with Mark, Alistair and then Iain following. Nobody said anything. Alistair gave me a knowing look, but besides that – nothing. I guess they all had the same empty feeling inside.
Tired and hungry, we crawled into the tent for our last night of wild camping.
Camp: N 67° 9’ 5·9” W 50° 2’ 24·1”
Alt: 513 m
Distance: 7·34 km
Finish: 2332
Weather: Cloudy and cold.
I woke up suddenly this morning as the wombat was preparing to leave the cave. I dashed outside and did the dirty deed. It was at this moment that I noticed how beautiful this place is. Until now I would be looking at the huge ice formations and wondering how the hell we would get through it. Only now did I notice how spectacular this place is.
After porridge I went to fix my pulk – another impressive bodge job (I just hope it lasts!).
When we finally got everyone out of their sleeping bags, we set off on what we hoped would be our last day. Although the icecap did it’s best to not let us leave!
First Iain’s pulk completely broke, so Matt, Alistair and myself took on more weight. I think my pulk weighs more now than it did at the beginning.
Next my bodge job to the pulk poles failed after a pretty spectacular crash. Alistair’s pulk poles then broke in a similar way.
When Alistair reported that there was only two more kilometres to go, my spirits were lifted – only to be dashed moments later. The ground was becoming steeper and icier, whilst we were becoming very tired. The next kilometre was definitely the toughest terrain of the whole expedition. That said, we were rewarded with some impressive sights – huge waterfalls, ice caves,…
The final kilometre marker brought with it the sight of land on those rickety bridges. The ground was no longer strenuous, but challenging in another way. The final kilometre was like a maze and every turning was a dead end. Eventually Iain and Matt a way through and we headed towards land.
I have never found two kilometres so taxing in my whole life.
I was the first to arrive at the bridge – the first to finish. When I arrived there I felt nothing. I kinda expected to feel relief, happiness, a sense of achievement,… but instead I felt absolutely nothing.
Matt was the next to arrive with Mark, Alistair and then Iain following. Nobody said anything. Alistair gave me a knowing look, but besides that – nothing. I guess they all had the same empty feeling inside.
Tired and hungry, we crawled into the tent for our last night of wild camping.
Camp: N 67° 9’ 5·9” W 50° 2’ 24·1”
Alt: 513 m
Distance: 7·34 km
Finish: 2332
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