Tuesday, December 14, 2010

11 December, 1911

Camp 33

A very good day from one point of view; very bad from another.

Hard going dragging our loads on ski through crevasses and deep snow. Seaman Evans dropped a leg into one. We built our Lower Glacier Depot.

Ski are the thing, and here are my tiresome fellow-countrymen too prejudiced to have prepared themselves for the event.

Loads of us have snow blindness to some degree. The dogs will go back easily as there is food all along the line.

Wilson found a boulder of very coarse granite, evidently the rock of which the Gateway and neighboring hills are formed.

I am so tired, but keep up with the younger men admirably.

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