Day 5.

After a wild and windy night in the tent, I pulled on my coat and pants and went outside half-expecting the dogs to be frozen solid. Luckily they were all alive and well, although with a thick coating of snow.


My sled (on the left) had managed to be blown over and was half buried under the snow.


Our tents, sled and dogs from above, almost resembling a christmas tree in the snow.


The perspective from above really highlighted how alone we were in the barren winter snow landscape.


Three kilometres south-east of the camp with Sweden visible in the distance and only ~8 kilometres away.


The vast white terrain stretching out in all directions.