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déc. 22
#22: Chrysalids
Published at 04:53
Strong winds brought drift snow and the potential for mishap in equal measure. At -25c there is no room for error and exposed skin can become frostbitten in seconds, particularly if handling a metallic object such as a camera or carabiner. By now everyone has become quite dexterous with mitts on but lunch today for Jade was a misery. It was a good half hour into the next session before she could use her ski poles again.
We are little chrysalids on the ice. Cocooned in our windproof shells and headgear, todays conditions can be tolerable, indeed comfortable, if we are on the move and if we have the right layers underneath and all of our head- and handwear meshes as it should. Plugged into music its positively surreal, uplifting.
Once in the tent we emerge as butterflies, spreading ourselves and our gear across the tent, finding comfort in the smallest of things - a camp chair, a tube of Pringles, bed socks, a thawed wet wipe. And when bedtime comes we revert to our chrysalis state, cocooned in our sleeping bags, eking out the cold night in a dreamy torpor until the 6am alarm.
Happy solstice everyone.
Pics:
1. Chrysalids in motion
2. Parhelia over our camp
3. Chrysalids in sleep
Eric
We are little chrysalids on the ice. Cocooned in our windproof shells and headgear, todays conditions can be tolerable, indeed comfortable, if we are on the move and if we have the right layers underneath and all of our head- and handwear meshes as it should. Plugged into music its positively surreal, uplifting.
Once in the tent we emerge as butterflies, spreading ourselves and our gear across the tent, finding comfort in the smallest of things - a camp chair, a tube of Pringles, bed socks, a thawed wet wipe. And when bedtime comes we revert to our chrysalis state, cocooned in our sleeping bags, eking out the cold night in a dreamy torpor until the 6am alarm.
Happy solstice everyone.
Pics:
1. Chrysalids in motion
2. Parhelia over our camp
3. Chrysalids in sleep
Eric
- Name: Camp 17
- Elevation: 2612 m
- Latitude: 87° 10’ 57” South
- Longitude: 136° 21’ 22” West
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