So, I’ve been growing my hair out in a sort of “I wonder what I’d look like if I got fobby hair” experiment, and I must say that there is on aspect to having (long-ish) hair that I forgot about. Sometimes when the wind blows, my “bangs” (sorry, I don’t know the right word for this stuff :)) fly around and hair whacks my eye.

Oof.

Living conditions were spartan: beds, walls, and a roof. The second night I was lying in my bunk and started narrating:

Day two, the temperatures are dropping rapidly. Food supplies are long gone but we fear to live the cabin for the cold. We wait for rescue, but our hope begins to diminish with each minute.