We had of course planned on getting up at 6am, melting snow, eating, and getting on our way. And we had of course not done this at all. We had of course slept through the alarm and only began stirring awake around 7am. Half an hour later we had our boots on, and I was experiencing the worst screaming barfies of my relatively short life. I literally got sick as my toes froze, thawed, and refroze. I almost lost my morning coffee as I kicked and silently screamed. I walked a good 20 feet from camp and stomped my feet, groaning and reeling. James sat in silence, watching and cursing the stove.