High winds and dismal terrain

Day 12 of the expedition

Distance traveled: 36.2

Day 13 of the expedition

Distance traveled: 48.1

Position: N 45 28 E 100 16

We woke up still in the sand storm with a covering of dust over all our gear. The dust oozes through the zippers and eventually settles on our sleeping bags and tent floor. Even the slightest movement causes the dust to leap back into the air obscuring our vision and choking our lungs. By mid morning however the storm had settled enough to make forward progress. For most of the morning the winds stayed constant and strong, allowing us to fly our 4 meter Flow's at a generally good clip. We were traveling off-road and navigating by GPS and map, slowly making our way to an area marked on the map as sandy. Once we got there we had the option of keeping off road or continuing through the sand.

By 4 in the afternoon it became apparent that we had missed the road. It also became apparent exactly what "sandy" really denoted on the map. There was indeed sand, but it posed only a minor discomfort. The difficulty lay with the small shrubs growing in the sand. As the shrubs grew, they collected sand at their base, placing each small shrub atop a mound. At first this made for a rough ride, bouncing along the ground with the sound similar to running over potato chips on a bike. But eventually the mounds became bigger, and every bump would send the rider skyward. We were flying our 10 meter Mantas at this point, hoping that the larger kites would keep our momentum going even over the bumps, which they did but at a cost.

Near sun down it became apparent, after being lifted out of the buggy 8 times and having a row of bruises on my leg, that kiting in this terrain with the dimming light was becoming futile. We pulled the buggies, sometimes on all fours, to a location flat enough to pitch a tent.

 

The next morning we woke to a Mongolian making a significant amount of noise outside our tent, untouchably trying to wake us. It was 6 in the morning. He was a delightful man and with his energetic use of hand signs and interpretive dance, our conversation lasted longer than most. The early morning was a bonus in many ways, the winds were strong and this would have made for great sailing. However due to the terrain we were restricted to pulling our buggies in hopes of finding a road.

By mid day with our monocular we spotted a van traveling fast over the horizon. Our hopes soared, a van moving that fast over this terrain must be traveling on a road! An hour later we managed to converge with the small dust track.

The rest of the day went well except for a small run in with a salt march. We managed to kite till the sun set and make some miles to prove it. Hopefully we will be able to keep up the distance for the next few days.

In closing I should mention that we will most likely update every two days, as with Curtis' responsibility now divided between the two of us and a larger focus on making distance, we have been short of both time and electricity. If either of these situation change in the next few days, we will continue posting updates daily.

Eric

Only two of us

May 25 and 26^th

Day 10 and 11

Distance traveled: 51 km

Position: N45 ° 51 E099° 21

Only a couple of days ago we were a three person team, all working for the same goal. Today we are only two. Sadly Curtis has decided to leave early due to family reasons. As soon as the decision was made, the ball started rolling fast - flights were changed and a pick up was arranged.

As soon as the winds increased, we launched our kites, heading west, aiming towards a river and a small settlement of a couple gers, where Curtis would meet his driver and head back to the city. The winds blew steady all afternoon, giving us hope of reaching the river that day. But 5 km away the sun dipped below the horizon and the winds faded out.

We got into the small settlement early the next day, with time to spare before Curtis left. So we headed to a nearby ger for meat dumpling and milk tea, then went down to the river to wash and start re-organizing all our gear.

Eric and I met Curtis over three years ago, when he moved to our home town to work as a pharmacist. He quickly picked up dog sledding and kite skiing and became a good friend. The three of us headed to Greenland on a kite skiing expedition and shared an amazing 45 days of expedition life together. It was sad to see him leave this expedition early. 

Eric and I will continue on.

The driver stood there waiting for us to say our goodbyes. We hugged and said some parting words, before they closed the doors to the van and started their two day drive back to Ulaanbaatar. As it was still early in the evening we had hoped to continue kiting till the sun set, but as the van pulled away the winds soared into a vicious sand storm that lasted the rest of the night. 

We wish Curtis all the best and safe travel home.

Sarah

Music in the night

Day 9 of the expedition

Position: N 45 43 E 098 43

Distance Traveled: 17.8 km

I throw a rock at the tire, Curtis and I have been doing this for the better part of an hour, the objective is to bounce a rock off of one tire and hit the other. So far no one has succeeded, although I have been hit by some of Curtis's rocks. It's a lame pointless game. There is wind, but it's a head wind. And so we continue playing. At the very least the wind keeps us cool.

As dusk starts to fall the winds diminish and then changes directions completely, and as usual they stabilize; light but strong enough for our 10 M mantas. Two hours pass, the stars come out and a massive semi truck rolls by half a km away, its driver oblivious to our presence, which is good. The last time a semi truck stopped 15 Mongolians spilled out the back, some with a hint of vodka on their breath. Luckily while the Mongolians are a rough and roughdry bunch (they love to wrestle) all have been very kind, and never a problem to our security. However the fading light and the steady winds make this time precious to us, we would prefer to slip away into the night un-encumbered by their curiosity.

When the winds finally die the decision is passed to hull the buggies under the field of stars. To add to the situation, Curtis deploys his I-pod and speaker and we walk into a surreal night of stars and song.

Eric

Leaving the mountains behind

Day 8

Distance traveled: 51.1 km

Position: N45° 43 E098° 30

The wind tunnelled thought the mountains all night beating on our tent, keeping the three of us awake. It was a tail wind, and when the sun came up we launched our smallest 4 meter Ozone kites and left the mountains behind us. However as the terrain flattened out at the edge of the foot hills the winds increased, to the point where the gusts would rip the kites our of our hands. In the valley to our right, dust devils whirled looking like mini tornadoes.

Once again we rolled up our kites and pulled our buggies. Earlier in the trip we had to pull our buggies because the terrain would not cooperate, but today, painful we pulled them across great kiting terrain. The winds were way to strong even for our smallest kite, so we put our heads together and came up with a alternative plan. Out came the leatherman and we butchered our spare line, re-rigging our smallest kites onto very short two meter lines. And away we went, into the night till it became two dark to travel, and our bodies were sore. After over a week of hard work and slow progress it feels great to be making miles forward.

The air is dryer, and the terrain has been showing less signs of vegetation. Dust has managed to get into everything we own. But ahead of us lays flat slightly rolling terrain as far as we can see. And just beyond, about 75 km away is a river were we can refill our water supply and attempt to scrub some of the dirt of our bodies.

Sarah