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to help John survey in some [[?]]. I offered them one of our snowmobiles - which they were counting on. After cleaning up dinner, I went out. I needed an airing and, as the wind had stopped, I wanted out. Just as I was dressing for it we noted snow falling [[underline]]in [[/underline]] our tent. Bourne on a rare north wind, light feathers of snow came straight through our flue & to our floor. I went out ^[[8:30]] & found a whiteout. Snow falling gently & swiftly with all horizon invisible. No humps or hollows on the ground. I could not see beyond our tents & snowmobile. Neither, of course, could John & Bob & Bill. Ten minutes later we heard their motors and they arrived in camp. Had found 2 more meteorites & were talking about whiteout strategy. We, in camp, should stay put (no danger we would do anything else: I told Bill why should 5 of us be lost instead of just 3?) They could have skirted the ice to the moraine & then come in on a bearing--but they didn't need to. I stayed out until 10:00. Shoveling, taking pictures, searching out apricots & other goodies. & so to bed 11:10. [[end page]] [[start page]] [[underline]] Monday, January 11 1982 [[/underline]] John roused us at 8:10 saying it looked like a good day out. It surely did. We had bright sun and not a whiff of a breeze all day long. It got hot in the afternoon. We shed our parkas while walking & riding thru a thin moraine. In the morning I felt splendid. Had the best sleep of the season up here and am well-fed and regular. Got out early ready to go. It was a day to finish sweeping the high ice fields. gh was still feeling ill--threw up again after breakfast. Should not have gone out, perhaps. Got most annoyed at not being [[strikethrough]] of [[/strikethrough]] counted in on decision making. John rode out on his skidoo in Bill who was to spend the am walking the moraine. We four were to comb the high ice. This is because of Johns crippled snowmobile for which a spare part is due on Wed. We started west on our own rather than wait to be led by Bob. Gh told me she was sick of being led by the nose. We joined forces and rode high. Acre after acre we rode, back & forth, ~ close together & found no meteorites. After a long time John suddenly turned south on us leaving us puzzled about what to do, but I soon learned