Travel. Book: 10 original trips to enjoy the Earth
The dogs are trapped in the snow again; the sleds are stuck once more. Three days of ceaseless snowing and the load, us, is too heavy to move. The exhausted animals pant while they sit on the snow. The solution? Get off the sled and lighten its load. My Eskimo guide does the same. Him at the front and me at the side. Suddenly, the cold ground gives way, opening up. My legs sink into the cold waters of the ocean. Instinctively, my hands grab onto the sled and only half of my body is submerged in water. At this point, a thought runs through my head. What happens if the crack gets bigger? Will the sled and dogs sink into the dark waters? But the ice doesn’t give. Using the sled, I heave myself out of the water as quickly as possible. The water is 33ºF, while the outside temperature is 17ºF. I have heard a thousand stories about what happens when you fall into freezing water but, inexplicably, I don’t feel cold or wet or anything. The outer layer of my waterproof pants and the plastic boots prevented it. I felt only a slight feeling of shock.