Danimal's Adventures


 

Days 6, 7 and 8

-47 degrees CThe journey continued northeast down the Owl River.  Remember I said I wondered what wind and clear skies would be like?  Well, on day six, we were to find out.  Clear skies and strong winds on our backs: Bracing winds ambient temperature -25°C - with wind-chill, -47°C.  Chilly.  It was strong enough for me to stand still on the ice and be blown forwards; strong Why walk when the wind doth blow so? enough to blow the pulk ahead of me, towing me along with it; strong enough to sit on the pulk and be blown along.  Wow.  That was fun for a while,  then we realised that we really needed to get serious about protecting our faces and moving on to generate body heat.  That really was very very very cold - bollocks to brass monkeys!  Then I found out what frost nip is all about - I felt my face burning with cold and it felt a Me, AKA Frosty Gimp! little oddMasochistic photographer!  Turned into the wind - that was COLD! as I helped a team member change his film.  Basically my right cheek and nose froze.  Apparently it looked like my skin was coated in candle wax.  It was quickly cured by my mate placing his hand on the frozen bits - I was pissed off he didn't take a photo first!  It happened again a little later, at which point I thought the full face balaclava, to become an ice encrusted gimp was an attractive option!

Leaving Asgard - another planet?Occasional glances back revealed the lost valley disappearing behind us with the sun surrounded by a huge halo, the like of which you can only see in the extreme cold.  Incredible scenery.  

Winter sun

Took easy route into valley - bad ideaThe final part of the journey was less spectacular but interesting nonethless as the terrain became flatter, the valley widened out, it started snowing and we took a wrong turn.  We ended up in a river valley strewn with boulders. Tricky enough without snow, ice and pulks, but with all three, the chances of a broken leg were quite high.  So we climbed out of the valley with two to a pulk.  Hard work but a good lesson to illustrate the 'Incident Pit' - how not identifying and rectifying a simple problem up front can quickly turn into a much harder or even impossible situation to get out of.  At the edge of the pit, it is easy to fix a problem, the further you slide into it, the harder it is to get out.  It also illustrated how, when faced with a problem, people tend to rush at it to get out as quickly as possible.  This is quite the wrong thing to do - for us it would have meant massively increasing the risk of injury and getting hot and sweaty, later leading to dehydration and cold.  In the end, no harm done, but lots learned.

Finally, we decided to opt for a pick up by skidoo, to take us quickly across the last 40 miles.  This because none of us could afford to miss our planes home.  We chose to go at that time because the weather was good enough for the skidoos to come out  - to delay would have risked another weather change and us getting stuck.  Well, by using the radio in the penultimate hut, the pick up was arranged.  Our pulks were loaded onto one big sledge and us into another, each towed by a skidoo.  This would be fine for a short ride, in the warm across flat terrain.  But it was night, still 25 degrees below and falling, the ice NOT flat, the sledges open topped with NO suspension (doh) and the exhaust pipe conveniently located to direct all fumes into the sledge.  I took a spell in the sledge but then switched to the back of the skidoo 'cause my kit was warmer.  The journey took 3½ hours.  It was described as like being asphyxiated in a deep freeze whilst being beaten by a piece of 4x2!  On arrival, the team in skidoo were mumbling about hypothermia (whimps, I say) apart from Mark, who was toasty in his sleeping bag (the others didn't appreciate being informed of this irrelevant piece of trivia).  As for me, my body and face were warmish but my knees stuck out on the skidoo (it's designed for Inuit proportions) and froze.  When we stopped, they thawed - ever had chill blains?  Bet they were only of the fingers but I bet they hurt.  Chill blains of the knees?  Ow.  TOP TIP - don't do it unless you have to!  TOP TIP 2 - if you do do it, wrap up in everything you have, including your sleeping bag - maybe take a tarpaulin you can cover yourself with.

The bunk house, Broughton IslandQikiqtarquaq, Broughton Island provides warm bunkhouse accommodation.  The toilet is outside - a bucket that you go in if you have to, or near if you can (one chap (names withheld to protect the innocent .. but he's from Lancashire) had directional difficulties, bearing in mind the bucket was full, and ended up going 'near' even though he intended to go 'in' - he was knicknamed the Yorkshire (sic) Whipit).  Showers - well you need chat up the local nurse (as we did ... "no, shit Sherlock?!!") to get one in her house.  Otherwise, water is delivered by bowser into a big vat in the nissen hut.  If you are lucky the hut would have been used recently.  If not, any remaining water will be frozen solid - how do we know that .. 'cause it was when we arrived.  Still, there is a huge gas fired boiler that chucks out vast quantities of hot air.  And, by the time you get off that damn skidoo, you will all go down on your knees and worship that heater as your new found God - you will offer sacrifices to thank it for its kindness and beg for mercy to keep it going!!!  Yes, we WERE cold when we got there.  But the hut and it's heater WERE total heaven.

Happy kids = happy me!School project - igloo buildingSeal skins (freeze?) dryingWe chilled out there for a day playing cards and liar dice.  We went shopping for food and souvenirs.  We had a parade of local people coming to visit to offer us carvings, things they'd made, skins etc etc.  We bought a bit.  We wandered out onto the sea ice in bay and visited an iceburg that had got trapped there the previous autumn, and we met local children who showed us there igloos that they had built as part of a school project. 

Airport, Broughton IslandBroughton IceburgThey say it thaws in summer

Broughton IceburgBroughton IceburgBroughton Iceburg

We also worried about our flight out.  There had been blizzards in Iqaluit for the previous three days preventing planes from leaving to reach Broughton Island.  However, they cleared in time and we caught our flight on schedule.  We did indeed fly back over where we'd just walked and were totally gob smacked by what we saw and all said 'did we walk that?' 

Will I do it again?  You bet!!

Me warm and toasty!

 

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