January 15, 2005
Delayed again today. The twin otter didn’t arrive today due to their predicting bad weather for us, when in reality it was a beautiful day. I ate breakfast around the usual time, and moved things into a pile to be easily tossed into the plane (still anticipating a camp-move). When informed of their not coming, I decided to go for a nice, long run to enjoy perfect, sunny calm. I ran out to the blue ice near Treves Butte again, and did my push-ups. After a lunch of corn-beef hash, I adjourned to my trusty mountain tent.
I spent my time re-reading the proposal and Mt. Waesche paper, trying to get a sense for exactly which objectives we have left on Mercer Ridge. I took a brief nap afterwards, awoke, and got ready to get out of the tent. I couldn’t for the life of me find my hat, which couldn’t have gone far. I searched my tent through and through – baffled, because there wasn’t much clutter for it to disappear into. I then came to the ridiculous realization that I was WEARING my hat the whole time! Ah, sometimes I wonder how I’ve survived on this planet as long as I have.
The evening meal was Mexican again – and I remembered to break out the canned black olives for an extra treat. I hydrated and warmed up the refried beans, throwing a little Monterey jack cheese in the mix.
Hopefully tomorrow the otter will arrive, however it is unlikely at it is Sunday, and they generally don’t fly on Sundays. Oh well, I could imagine much worse places to be stuck… like LAX! I will winter-over here before I find myself stuck for more than 24 hours in that place.