"'Til at last all around us was fastness / One vast glassy desert of arsenic white"
Dreamed on 2014.04.15.0620
Ian and I struggling to walk from the outpost at the very north pole to iceland over great ice sheets, etc. BEAUTiful landscapes. Rather dangerous and hard to navigate with just a map and a compass though.
We almost turn back after one of the nights a large group of us spend at the old remains of an old burnt out hotel because the wind is so strong that nobody can think. Literally, no one could think. There was this one guy just standing with a blank look on his face and staring while leaning into the wind, and I was like, "Hey! Hey man!" and he didn't respond.
When I went around the corner I saw Ian huddling there all depressed at what was happening, but we talked and decided we could do the journey together just the two of us. It was something of a competition, so we left the others behind. When we made it back to an outpost we checked everyone's progress via map and saw that someone had gone several hundred miles across open ocean from the south pole by hitching rides on commercial fishing boats, which we didn't know was allowed. (I'm told the way the earth loops from north pole to south pole when you walk off the edge of the map is an important detail. It works like in video games.)
Ian has a brilliant idea of how to improvise a map/compass mix that can be worn above our eyes so that we don't need to use our fingers in the cold. We head out again into the harsh terrain, not sure if it'll be a one or two way trip.
Ian and I struggling to walk from the outpost at the very north pole to iceland over great ice sheets, etc. BEAUTiful landscapes. Rather dangerous and hard to navigate with just a map and a compass though.
We almost turn back after one of the nights a large group of us spend at the old remains of an old burnt out hotel because the wind is so strong that nobody can think. Literally, no one could think. There was this one guy just standing with a blank look on his face and staring while leaning into the wind, and I was like, "Hey! Hey man!" and he didn't respond.
When I went around the corner I saw Ian huddling there all depressed at what was happening, but we talked and decided we could do the journey together just the two of us. It was something of a competition, so we left the others behind. When we made it back to an outpost we checked everyone's progress via map and saw that someone had gone several hundred miles across open ocean from the south pole by hitching rides on commercial fishing boats, which we didn't know was allowed. (I'm told the way the earth loops from north pole to south pole when you walk off the edge of the map is an important detail. It works like in video games.)
Ian has a brilliant idea of how to improvise a map/compass mix that can be worn above our eyes so that we don't need to use our fingers in the cold. We head out again into the harsh terrain, not sure if it'll be a one or two way trip.
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