We made it to a mountain today. We could not find a place to stay. My light is running out and I cannot keep writing for long. My hand is frozen and I do believe that I have frostbite. I will fix this tomorrow. For now I will have to keep my hands in my blanket. I am deeply afraid that by the end of this, we will all have frostbite. Mosao doesn't look too good today, but I can fix this tomorrow. I have heard that we will have to move tomorrow, which I questioned Yuri about. What could possibly make him think that this is a good idea?

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