FROZEN IN TIME
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. Temperatures are about to plummet to something like minus 25 C. In the morning our boots will have to be pried from the ground.