It felt good to leave our storm camp even though conditions only moderately improved. We decided to double up on the sleds again and with each step I could feel the worry and stress of our wasted day slowly fade.

Our slow pace and seemingly unending quagmire of drifts, deep snow, pressure ridges (I won't go into the details as you've heard it all before over the last nine days) are still worries but at least the act of physically moving keept some of the anxiety at bay.

Unfortunately, visibility was severely limited and several times we lost our tracks going back for the second sled. With completely flat light, we couldn't even see our MSR snowshoes tracks underneath our feet.

We joked later that it would be a fitting ending to us - lost between our two sleds.

Surprisingly, I was actually in a good mood for most of the day - despite not being able to see anything... the Arctic is an amazing place - I just wish I could see it while I'm here. Or maybe not: ignorance is bliss.

Somehow we managed to keep shuttling our sleds until the late afternoon when our luck changed and the ice opened up AND flattened out.

It was as if yesterday's storm blew away all the soft snow and all that was left was a hard packed surface. For the first time since heading down hill from the Cape Discovery ice rise, we were able to pull our full sleds solo