This hut is like all the others, very old, tiny and in poor condition and should have been replaced twenty years ago, but we are very lucky just to have them. After a couple of hours just chilling out in the hut, the wind seemed to have dropped and the sky was clearing so we decided to venture out once again and drive down to a huge wind scour I had intended to check out. Once we got down to about five hundred metres the visibility reduced to zero once again, but we decided to continue on and try and make our way into the wind scour using only the radar. Amazingly I managed to find it easy and drove right up it as far as I could go.
Even though it was blowing forty to fifty knots and only about ten metres visibility, we decided to take a walk up the scour any way. I took a way point of the Hagg’s location on my GPS just in case, but we were walking up a steep sided wind scour on a rising incline so it was impossible to get lost any way. It was a massive wind scour, the biggest I have seen so far and the scenery was really quite spectacular despite the limited visibility, cold and strong winds. Luc didn’t have on micro spikes so we went up about a kilometre before it became too slippery for him to walk and then we turned back, at times sliding back down on our bellies like penguins.
Yes, that's frost bite on Luc's cheek
Yes, that's ice on the walls and ceiling