What a difference some food and sitting on a chair make! I seemingly recharged to a good fraction of energy available in the Universe, and kept hauling
for most of the second loop. We blew the first control of the loop, upon receipt of the second and last navigational opinion from Roger. After that, we navigated cleanly.
I was feeling better and better, thanks to a cool night and regular infusions of caffeine pills. But, our pace was not so great, and I started to figure out the controls to drop about midway through the loop. I also towed Roger on one uphill leg. It looked like we had to drop 4, but we sped up in the morning and figured out an option to still get one or two of those four.
But, as we got down to the plain, same elevation as the HH, Roger called it quits. He was almost ready to throw up. At the same time, I got a giant blister—one of many, but only the first really painful one. So, we headed home, finishing 53 minutes early. We certainly had time for one, and possibly two, more controls.
Team DART beat the crap out
of us, getting all but one. Given ideal circumstances, we still wouldn't have got them all. Distance is an estimate, climb is fudged from the Polar data.