Visually it was stunning, the sun lit the snow to a golden color and the drift tore down 12,000 foot Erebus and across the sea ice creating small tornadoes and dense clouds of snow that would occasionally blot out all but the nearest one or two flagged poles marking the route. At times the blown snow stayed at ground level, blowing hard from right to left across our route, and it was so thick that I couldn’t see the ground, rather it felt like I was crossing a fast flowing river of snow. It was disorienting, and if not for the flagged poles it would be easy to loose direction.
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