It was -8°F (-22°C) this morning. My eyelashes got fairly welded together. But my feet were cozy. No Brashers today, but my Sorels with their felt insoles and two pairs of wool socks. Multiple layers all over, of course, with the excellent Patagonia R1 Hoody coming into its own under my joyously rediscovered OR Peruvian hat. Turtle Fur neck gaiter, of course, or my manly chin would have fallen off, along with my aristocratic nose. It’s supposed to be -16° (-27°) tomorrow. With wind.
New Zealand summer is looking extra-good. 13 days, 7 hours 8 minutes, 14 seconds to take-off. I’m ready.
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