The Goliath Expedition

31January 2006
We set forth as it gets light, having breakfasted at Fat Eddie’s. Pushing down towards the harbour, we find a snow go trail winding its way out to the coast. It’s cold, around -30C but the going is good. A well compacted trail leads west along the coast. The sun is out and the sky a clear blue, but damn, it’s bloody freezing. The wind chill cuts to the bone at these temperatures.

We move well all day, carrying on into the night and making about 20 miles. We’d been making for a group of cabins but unfortunately can’t find them. These would have been preferable to the tent as we could have got out of these winds. Having spent all my years alone I find it difficult to share a tent with someone, especially out here. Normally I have a tight, instinctive routine but this seems quickly beyond reach, leaving me with a sense of disorder and chaos. We also have a new three-man tent, not my usual North Face make, and I’m not particularly fond of it. Hell, there hardly seems to be enough room for the both of us and our gear.