Yesterday somebody stole my mountain bike in front of the Northern Store. I cannot believe it, although I can now. It's part my own stupidity, part a community problem. The lesson: never leave your bike unlocked in Pangnirtung. It's sad. Probably some day I will find my bike frame ditched, with all the parts taken off.

The main event today was witnessing Mike go through the ice on Duval Creek. His leg got a little wet, nothing serious. However, in -26 C, it was bad enough, so we sprinted home. Just before that, my borrowed tripod spat out a couple parts on the snow.

Shitty luck. Oh well.

EDIT: got my bike back! A friend found it lying around in town.

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