We awoke this morning to light winds that evolved quickly into 25mph knock-you-down gusts by the time we packed up camp. The day started off fantastic as we were able to open our arms wide like sails and have the wind literally push us down the frozen fjord. This lasted for about an hour until the stronger winds made their appearance, which began knocking our pulks over and pushing us sideways (as well as throwing us down to the ice). For 6 hours we were in complete white-out conditions in the middle of the fjord – we couldn’t see land, yet alone 10 feet in front of our skis. We stayed within 5 feet of each other to avoid losing one another and followed the faint remains of a snowmobile trail which headed into Pangnirtung. The winds topped out at approximately 50-55 mph, nature’s brutal force that makes you understand your place in the world. We had to turn the pulk sideways next to the pack-ice in order to block the wind for lunch. After a Pemican bar, a beef stick, and some water, Aaron’s pulk was pushed into me several times and we both crashed to the ice 6-7 times each. The winds, falling snow, and blowing snow lasted all day. After skiing 15 miles in the toughest conditions I have ever faced in my life, we set up our tent in a small bay, but the winds are still ripping. As I type this, the tent walls are shaking something fierce, however we have 8 ice-screws buried into the frozen fjord so everything is safe. Several Tylenol and blisters later, this was truly a torturous, mind- and body-numbing day. We made it through the blizzard and are praying for clearer skies tomorrow as we hopefully ski into Pang and begin working with the school early next week.