Poor Visibility and Cold Fingers | Life Below Zero
With her loader on its way to Kavik, Sue attempted to meet the convoy to guide them to camp safely. However, dangerous conditions forced her to return home. Checking on the status and safety of the delivery crew is a priority.
"Hack, a cold! I mean, coming in, we dropped in temperature severely in the end. I mean, I feel bad that I didn't get out there, but I'm not gonna be much help to anybody if I can't keep myself safe. You don't really want to rub your hands together when I'm cold. I personally haven't frozen my fingers that hard, I don't think ever."
"Better go call Jim."
"Hey, buddy, how you doing?"
"I'm doing good, yourself?"
"Oh man, you know I went out there and tried to meet up with the convoy, and it's so damn foggy. I don't even have 200 yards of visibility. And look, yeah, I saw it went for five miles, and I'm like, man, I'm gonna get frostbite, and that won't help anybody out."
"Well, I just talked to them, okay? And I figure they're between three and five miles away from me."
"All right, buddy, well, I'll keep an eye out for him, and I'll just send you an email when they get in, just so you know."
"All right, thank you, Trudy. All righty, talk to you later."
"I'll shoot the cat. Training myself, we're probably right next to each other. And he says they're three or five miles out. That's exactly where I was. Visibility's so poor, we couldn't see each other. But even at that distance away, they may shut her down and get some rest. Safety, safety, safety! They've got their little travel trailer; they can handle that. I'll be here. Whenever, it's just hurry up and wait."