Wednesday, February 24, 2010

24 February, 1911

There is only one way out of my predicament and that is to work everybody so hard they don't care to think about it.

We started out very early today in awful conditions -- a thick frost everywhere -- and the going was hard, especially in the afternoon when we switched from ski to foot for comparison. Certainly the skis make it easier to get along.

It's been a horrid day. The temperatures are near zero, hard to see. Now we have the makings of a blizzard, so it will be a beastly night.

The marching is going to be very good for our condition though, and I shall certainly keep people at it. They'll thank me later.

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