As you might notice by the time of this entry, something is amiss.
The night which started quietly has turned violent.
For the first time on this trip I feel unsafe. The wind a few minutes ago ripped the pegs of my vestibule out and snapped a tree near my tent.
I got out of my sleeping bag to re-peg and rock it, the moment I was out of my cocoon the elements exhibited what my thermostat could only suggest. The mercury sat at -14, the wind ran at 160km/h Laying on the cold damp ground to re peg a tent which was blowing away; my low centre of gravity making sure I didn't.
De-frosting back in my sleeping back, I'm writing this entry amidst holding the frame of this shelter together against the wind.
I look forward to sleep taking me. I hope it happens.