It’s almost 8.00.
We seem to be trapped here.
Two planes managed to land in Kavik Camp yesterday, - no one knows how they did it – and now they are stuck there. One did succeed in taking off, but as visibility was so low, he came straight back.
I’m in constant on-line connection with Petra, Greg’s wife, who has promised to get me some beer.
There’s not one can in the whole of Deadhorse. There’s stil no news of Greg, and Petra’s emails sound concerned. We’re hoping for the best.
The general atmosphere is rather depressed. The other ram hunters are sitting around, staring blankly, wondering what will happen. Our chances of a successful hunt decrease with every hour.
Once again, let me repeat, Kavik Camp is only our base camp: how we would get from there to the hunting grounds is a question I haven’t dared to ask anybody.
It’s not a good start for the hunt.
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