Maybe this is why may hair is all over everything

Today we woke to 35 knot winds, with snow blowing everywhere, covering boxes, and bags and drifting in our tent doors. After the initial scramble to cover the skidoos, there was nothing left possible to do outside, so we crawled back in our warm bags. When the winds are blowing, it makes the tent heat retention less effective, so temps inside at about shoulder level were 13 degrees this morning (-5 outside). We are alternating between sleeping, eating and reading, which is a nice and much needed way to spend a day in the field. Tonight we’ll make pizzas in our camp oven, for the New Years we haven’t been able to celebrate yet all together.

Meanwhile, I’ve been having:

Thoughts in a Down Bag

A high wail of wind In gradual crescendo and decrescendo

A bamboo’s reedy trill Or is it Hawaiian tree frogs

Constant flapping as giant sheets hung to dry

Punctuated by solid raps from a ghostly neighbor

Hiss of firn flung onto the tent Or is it a Saharan sandstorm

Oscillating, vibrating, ricocheting walls In a slurry of throaty whistles

Then calm and Silence

The hiss of rushing pulse Disrupted by deep, cracking booms

Warped by contorted passage Through deep ice

-posted by Jani

– Thank you Sherry, Ralph and Jonathan for the texts! Preston, good job finding me – let’s talk.