Cold. Wet. Miserable. It could be worse - it could be snowing.

The day started out overcast and dreary, but blue sky on the horizon led me to believe that it would end nicely.

Wrong!

Instead, we had the privilege of watching long tendrils of dragging fog and mist slowly creep over and around the mountains and descend on Holar, and on us. When the weather arrived in the late afternoon, the temperature plummeted.

I guess this happened because I chose today to leave my new waterproof gloves back at the house. After all, I hadn't used them, why would I need them today? I did bring my thermos and bullion, though, and we got to eat lunch in-doors, which helped delay the cold.

By the end of the day, my fingers had become so cold and wet that I couldn't draw or write legibly on the drafting film. My nose dripped a stream onto it, and mud from my rain suit rippled across it as well. But the drawings got done and we can move on to new fields.

All in a day's work here at Holar. The hot tub just up the hill took care of the cold limbs, thankfully, so we can go on. We fit seven of us in the tub before dinner, so although small, this hot tub proved adequate for today.

Tomorrow we will be down the valley at Glumbaer with the backhoe, opening up numerous new trenches. We expect these to result in many more hits of turf structures because we have better power auger test holes confirming readings from our other devices.

Here's to hoping that the sun returns. It actually does stay twilight during the night, although when clouds cover the sky, it can get pretty dark. In a couple of weeks we should have real darkness, and if no clouds come, maybe even see the northern lights.