Lack of definition makes driving hazardous
Climbing Mt Parsons
Trent on the summit of Mt Parsons
The ocean is frozen for as far as you can see
Snow covered mountains in the background
The long descent
Can you see the Hag & Darron?
Cold and exhausted but another mountain conquered
Finally we reached the Hag and I was totally exhausted, covered in ice and looking forward to some warmth as my left hand had gone off at the summit and it took quite some time to get it warm again. I’m now using two pairs of gloves for my left hand and one on my right. This seems to be working and as soon as I feel them going off I whack on another pair or break out the heavy duty survival mitts.
We got to Fang hut late in the day and right away we cranked up the heater and the stove burners. It was great for a short time then they all went out. We tried for ages to light them again to no avail. None of the matches or candles would work in the extreme cold and the light was fading. The situation was getting serious and we considered heading back to Mawson when I realised I had turned the gas bottle off instead of on. Bloody idiot, I must have turned a thousand gas bottles on before and this time I turned it the wrong way. It’s bad enough when you start losing your hair, but when your eye sight starts to go that really sucks. (Or is it my mind?)
The view from Fang hut
Darron & Trent inside Fang hut
While out in the field we have to piss in a bottle and shit into a plastic bag and take everything back to Mawson for disposal. It’s really gross and quite difficult to do in the extreme conditions as you can imagine. The piss freezes right away and we empty this into our piss tank along with the grey water from cooking and washing up and this all goes into our sewage treatment plant back at Mawson.
Despite sleeping in two sleeping bags and in all my cloths I slept quite well. I think this was mainly due to the red wine.