BISTI WINTER 03 
Returning to basecamp at twilight we are drawn to investigate a prominent rock pillar. The rising full moon reveals a massive hawk's nest perched on its ledge. Abandoned, frozen in time: the lair of the king of Bisti. Comes nightfall these lands look and feel like a desert in the Artic. Temperature is about to plummet to minus 25C (or close to it). In the morning boots will have to be pried from the frozen ground. |