Cold Moving
The morning temperature is 0 degrees. It is tough to leave the heated tent shared by the three of us. Then I think of the dogs who silently slept on the tundra all night, they motivate me and I am off again. Heavy fog and a billowing wind make it difficult at times for me to follow the dog tracks. As the sled, and David mushing, disappear over a bank leading to a large frozen river I am momentarily concerned. I clear my snow goggles and move forward. All is safe at 7:30 PM when we make camp.
Cold Moving