I woke up a few times in the night when gusts of wind
threatened to blow our tent and us away.
It started to get light at 5:30 am and I heard light
rain on the tent. I popped my head out of the tent and popped it right back in again. It was bloody freezing outside, low dark clouds were racing overhead from the north-west and light rain was falling. I got back
into my sleeping bag and went back to sleep.
Later we sat in the airport drinking coffee and
talking about the terrain and weather that is ahead of us. Last year Brian Milton did this alone …. I wonder if he was as well prepared for survival in the Northwest Territories and the north Atlantic as we are.