At least I had somewhere safe to return to so I turned my pulk around and returned to Camp Quinzhee as I had now mentally labelled it.
The best part of a day tramping the roads, I got back tired, footsore and demoralised. This was not my best moment. I sent Debs three “OK” messages on the transmitter as it was clear my plans had changed and then sorted some food as the sky clouded over.
Norwegian fish cakes in Lofoten fish sauce, a good combination. The temperature rose to about -6°C. overnight and I actually ended up a bit too warm so I opened up the bags a bit in the night.
Thursday: The Mukluks I’d been wearing since the hotel were getting a bit damp, so it’s back to pac boots for these temperatures.
I noticed the first signs of wear on the pulk as well. The roads are covered with ice but there is a bit of grit in the ice which cuts the runners a bit.
By 09:00 the sun has broken through and the temperature starts soaring -2°C. and then +2°C. by 11:00 with a few flakes of snow.