Ultimate Arctic Crossing - part 2
The weather was no better this morning, but one mustn't moan about it. It is indeed one of the only things that has run true to course since the beginning of this adventure. The wind is coming from the south, gently, and the temperature is, all in all, reasonably clement: -18°C. No numbed fingers in prospect. Nothing extravagant, a grey-white atmosphere. (Extract from Alain Hubert's notebook).