"Thanks for the socks, Mom and Dad!"
Days on the ice: 7
There is so much to describe about being up here, I figure I'm going to do it one topic at a time. Today, let's talk a little about sleeping.

Sleeping up here is a complex psychological and physical process. First, you have to convince yourself to go to your tent...knowing that you have to leave the warm sanctuary of the "Big House" which has water, food, and a toilet for your small tent that is frigid and only your body heat to keep you warm at night. But, you know the longer you wait, the colder it is going to be when you walk out to your tent, since temperatures during the day are around -20 C and in the middle of the night drop to around -35 C.
Then once you are in your tent, you have to strategize how to keep warm. We've all developed different strategies. Casey (from NH) has developed an addiction to sneaking hand warmer packets and putting them between two layers of socks. Meredith (U-Washington) heats up water in her Nalgene and throws that in her sleeping bag. Mike (GT - my advisor), wiggles around furiously to try to get the sleeping bag as warm as possible. After 6 nights, I have developed a finely nuanced strategy - first, I put my fleece liner bag in the sleeping bag for an extra layer, then I wear one layer of long johns and a ski hat. If it's really really cold, I wear gloves. And, my most important piece is the fantastic thick wool socks that my parents gave me years ago but were almost too warm to wear in NH. Here, they are my sleeping socks and are worth their weight in gold. I slip in my sleeping bag, tighten every possible cord around me, and slip down underneath the edge to get a bit of darkness...since it is broad daylight all the time.
On top of the clothing issues, there is the bladder issue. It is so dry up here that it is easy to get dehydrated...but, if you drink too much, you are going to have to get out of your sleeping bag in the middle of the night into subzero temperatures to wander over to the outhouse...and then convince yourself to fall back asleep again. I've also included in my sleeping strategy that I stop drinking any liquids about 1 hour before I go to bed...otherwise, it is a very distressing middle of the night wake-up call.
Finally, morning is the most difficult time psychologically. Every morning, I lay there in my sleeping bag and am pretty warm since the temperatures are now back up to -20 C...and I just want to keep laying there and do not want to open up my sleeping bag to the freezing temperatures...but now I really really need to pee. So, I lay there and the two urges fight against one another until finally, the bladder wins and I hop around in my tent trying to put layers on as fast as possible and run to the closest outhouse...then finally go into the Big House for breakfast.
Ah, the lovely romantic life of sleeping on snow.
If you are reading this and are sleeping in a warm shelter with a nearby bathroom, take a moment to appreciate those luxuries! After 9 more weeks of this, I'm going to bow down and worship a real bed with a nearby bathroom.