Smashed down my last meal at UG before jumping on the twin otter plane around 2030. The flight to Hercules Inlet is only about twenty minutes, the pilots then have to do a few low runs to find suitable ice to land. I was out the door with my pulk just after 2130 and skied for just under an hour to get me just short of the 600m climb out of Hercules Inlet onto the continent. The pilots were absolute legends and kind enough to whip by me for a wave goodbye. I’m currently sleeping on a 200m thick layer of ice above the ocean and there is not a single puff of wind, it is complete and utter silence and blaring sunshine at 2330. Hoping for similar conditions tomorrow, it can only last so long, best enjoy it whilst I can!