After a lengthy journey, we’ve arrived at Fikodesmul and have set up camp on a plateau overlooking the ocean to the east, a reservoir of water larger than I have ever seen before and on the surface to boot, which I find frankly repulsive. The beaches are littered with driftwood, and snow-covered trees tower above the knotgrass. We will begin digging in for shelter immediately to get out of the fresh air.

As we dig, we uncover tree roots deep in the ground. Anything that blocks the march of progress must be removed!