The next morning we decided to explore the direct surroundings of Goose Camp One. After a small descent from a nearby ridge we found a way to reach the ridge overlooking our camp, the sea and fjord. After taking in this beautiful view and Han planting his pole on the very top (628m) we left our signatures in the soft snow all the way down to the camp.
The second part of the day was completely taken by the preparations of getting Arthur to the air in his mechanized power kite. We kept wondering why man wants to fly, certainly if only with a large propellent on the back. But first, it were the engineering concerns of getting the propeller running. At subzero temperatures all sorts of funny things happen to lubricants and mechanics. It took the a mechanical and an aerospace engineer all their craftsmanship to get the propeller working while Amon and Bas were paving an airstrip with the skidoos. Yes, we are an airport now!
After the track and engine were ready all we needed was a little wind to get the kite in the air. And then the wind dropped… Arthur could now only kick start the kite by running in reverse direction with the propeller on his back revving up. No small deal in the snow with heavy boots and a 25 kg engine on the back. It looked like a mission impossible, but such was the urge to fly that Arthur managed to get it up. And off he went. Quickly Goose Camp One and the rest of us were reduced to the size of mice with Arthur getting the complete panorama. Even the short stalling of the engine did not put him off. Goose Flight One was a fact!
In the evening Maarten and Han checked out two other hills in view of the camp.The first slope was too dangerous and during the second slope decent a loud ‘Whumm’ sound was heard, propagating through the full hang. Yes, we are at avalanche risk level 3!
Bas, Arthur and Amon practiced their marksman skills on a life size snow and ice version of a polar bear.