This day also (July 1) we were harassed by a nasty little wind which blew in our faces.  The temperature was -66 deg., and in such temperatures the effect of even the lightest airs is blighting, and immediately freezes any exposed part.  But we all fitted the bits of wind-proof lined with fur which we had made in the hut, across our balaclavas in front of our noses, and these were of the greatest comfort.  They formed other places upon which our breath could freeze, and the lower parts of our faces were soon covered with solid sheets of ice, which was in itself an additional protection.  This was a normal and not uncomfortable condition during the journey:  the hair on our faces kept the ice away from the skin, and for myself I would rather have the ice than be without it, until I want to get my balaclava off to drink my hoosh.  We only made 21/4 miles, and it took 8 hours.

It blew force 3 that night with a temperature of -65.2 deg., and there was some drift.  This was pretty bad, but luckily the wind dropped to a light breeze by the time we were ready to start the next morning (July 2).  The temperature was then -60 deg., and continued so all day, falling lower in the evening.  At 4 P.M. we watched a bank of fog form over the peninsula to our left and noticed at the same time that our frozen mitts thawed out on our hands, and the outlines of the land as shown by the stars became obscured.  We made 21/2 miles with the usual relaying, and camped at 8 P.M. with the temperature -65 deg..  It really was a terrible march, and parts of both my feet were frozen at lunch.  After supper I pricked six or seven of the worst blisters, and the relief was considerable.

I have met with amusement people who say, “Oh, we had minus fifty temperatures in Canada; they didn’t worry me,” or “I’ve been down to minus sixty something in Siberia.”  And then you find that they had nice dry clothing, a nice night’s sleep in a nice aired bed, and had just walked out after lunch for a few minutes from a nice warm hut or an overheated train.  And they look back upon it as an experience to be remembered.  Well! of course as an experience of cold this can only be compared to eating a vanilla ice with hot chocolate cream after an excellent dinner at Claridge’s.  But in our present state we began to look upon minus fifties as a luxury which we did not often get.

That evening, for the first time, we discarded our naked candle in favour of the rising moon.  We had started before the moon on purpose, but as we shall see she gave us little light.  However, we owed our escape from a very sticky death to her on one occasion.