We woke up at six this morning to a suspiciously dimly-lit tent. Usually the bright glare and heat of the sun is plainly obvious on one side of the tent in the morning, but if it's not then it probably means there's a lot of cloud outside.
We woke to the same conditions and it was my turn to poke my head out to see if we could travel. There was no horizon or contrast, just thick whiteout, and only in the slight shadow of the tent could I see the blizzard flying past us.
We cranked out 10.2 miles today; I can tell you that dragging two-and-a-half times your body weight for seven hours is a bit of a workout. It felt colder than the numbers suggested, though thankfully the wind stayed at our backs all day.