If you’ve never broken a trail before in deep snow while pulling a sled, there are many expressions that come to mind, but the nicest is “it’s hard!" In our case, the top 5cm of the snow was the crust and the dream was to not break the crust and glide over the smooth surface. In reality nearly every step we broke through and sunk in up to our knees. It’s exhausting. In my head it quickly became a disappointing mind-game of “this step might actually not break the crust!”, only to then, break the crust… The sleds added another level of frustration as it didn’t take long before the bulky gear shifted enough for the sled to tip over and anchor you to the spot.
there are many expressions that come to mind, but the nicest is “it’s hard!”
So, whilst we (as quietly as possible) wrestled with snow and sleds, we slowly edged closer and closer to the wolves' position. In order to stand any chance of success, way overhead our spotter plane kept a birds-eye-view and radioed down to give us updates – a quiet squawk on the radio to say “no change in the wolves, you’re on track” was much-needed encouragement.