When we woke up this morning, the mountainsides had white contours. It had been snowing, and just about when breakfast was over and it was time for us to go out into the field again, it started again. I spent hours walking around on the wet and slippery moraine, looking for the biggest lichen, trying to compensate for the sudden wind bursts of tiny, wet snowflakes. It felt like being in the middle of a freezing cold desert sand storm with large grains of sand filling the air.
Getting back to the station felt like such a wonderful reward. I’ve never felt more deserving, sitting on a comfortable chair in the warm common room with a cup of hot coco in my hands.
Katja Malmborg 