Wednesday, October 10, 2018 I must have hit my head hard on the froze ground or a rock because I'm reading my journal now and wondering what I was thinking that morning. Here is my journal entry verbatim. "Awoke to a cloudy, wet, cold morning. It feels more like November 10th than October 10th. But my outlook is to continue on the full 30 days. I have decided not to move today and possibly tomorrow. Forecasting snow and ice starting this evening thru tomorrow. I have a good site out of the wind and am well tarped, though I will add a couple extra guylines to it to help with any snow or ice loads. I am so glad brought a 4 season tent for this trip. I am still hoping to spend a few days in the Malberg lake area before exiting at Kawishiwi Lake next wedneday. They are predicting partial sun on friday and in the mid 30's so I hope to reach Malberg by friday. Spending most of the day in the tent, staying warm and conserving my energy, read, listen to some music and drink coffee. I had a grouse walk thru camp this morning." I know I was just being an optimist in that journal, or a stubborn Swede/Norwegian, however you want to put it. I hate giving up or giving in. I felt like cutting out early was admitting defeat. I didn't realize I had already won. I had made it as far as possible with the gear I had. I'm also now looking at it past tense, know that the weather is about to make a turn downhill quickly. I didn't want to admit it then even though I knew the forecast. I'm pretty damn proud of myself now for what I went through and kept my chin up.