Woke up this morning to a refreshing -44 C frost. We all felt a bit stiff after first night of trek-camp. Never mind, breakfast and camp-strike went well; we were on our way soon after 9 o'clock under a dark, clear morning sky.

For a couple of hours we skied along the level shoreline of Ward Hunt Island. All too soon, the realities of arctic pack ice hit home. Ice boulders were piled up chaotically. The weight of our sledges seemed steadily to increase as the day drew on.

After several hours struggle, we had traveled just over a kilometer. Willingly, we pitched camp for the night on a small but level ice plate, amidst a chaotic sea of pack ice. Day gave way to night at 4 o'clock in the afternoon. We dug out our head-lamps, pitched camp, cooked diner and went to bed.

All is well with the Expedition.