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Wow! It was sure cold last night. There was just no relief from it. I was in a double reindeer sleeping bag, and that covered with a canvas cover of ‘duck’. I put everything but my fur pants and outer parka on and still the cold penetrated. It was a long night. I woke Roy, as soon as the sun was up, who seemed to be comfortable. He lit the camp stove and as it got warm I dropped off to sleep. The exercise in the cold air yesterday, and no sleep at night; just to be warm put me to sleep. Roy, my amiable driver, cooked breakfast and then called me. The day was beautiful, the snow dazzling white. The icebergs glistened in the morning light. There was a stillness almost unbelievable. Not a creature in sight except our malemutes; not a sound except the sounds we made. We broke camp and the dogs, as usual, were off with a burst of speed, before settling down to their steady pace. In a barren looking seascape of ice and snow, still not a sound, except the padding of the dogs feet on the crusted snow, the creak of the ice sled as it bent over the ice hummock and the cries of the driver. What quiet grandeur! Journey from Barrow to Demarcation Point, Alaska.
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