Dispatches: Frustration - Sunday, 14th March 2004
I woke up with a start, my heart pounding. What the hell was that noise? 'Shhhhlick... plumpf... shhhhhhlick... plumpf.' After a minute or two, it dawned on me - it snowed heavily last night and as the sun started to rise, the snow on the roof of my tent was sliding off. I nodded off, but was woken a few hours later by something far louder. The wind.
As I took my tent down, I realised I was making a mistake. It took ages to wrestle the crazily flapping fabric into its bag and by the time I strapped my sledge harness on, I was dangerously cold. The windchill was phenomenal - I could feel the heat being stripped away from me. Even worse, it was coming from the north - despite my mask, every glance forward froze my cheeks and made my eyes water like mad. After an hour and a bit, I called it a day. The wind was blowing me south faster than I could ski north.
So I'm lying here now wondering when the weather will calm down. Most of yesterday's hard won mileage has been gobbled up by the southerly drift and the wind is still blowing hard.
Today is dedicated to all the girls at KTB for doing such a fantastic job. I owe you all a drink.
Also, hi to Sarah and Louis, to Charles and to Stef. I owe you lot a drink as well...




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