Roberts Island consists of a bare landscape, glaze like glass,
with some
enormous craters. There are just a few trees on the island. The valleys
are covered with thin yellow grass ans especially stones. It is a place
where you can't see the difference
between back- and foreground. Here my
frame of reference does not work, the top of the 476 meter mountain on
Roberts Island is comparable with a height of 3000 meter in Europe.
The wind reaches gale forces in a continual crescendo. He is my worst enemy.
Sometime he forces me to stay inside for weeks and he is unpredictable.
I go for a walk in the icy river. My bare feet start to glow the moment they
contact the cold water, my body is totally benumbed. To encourage myself I
try to imagine Rallier spending the nights in the open air.
He shivered with
cold, but was never complaining.
I think of John Nunn and his companions. They
wandered Desolation Island for two years. They ran along the coast of the
archipel to stay warm. It took two years before they were rescued. And I
remember Peau who pointed out that the climate here is beneficial for your
health and causes a big appetite.
robert
a project of
det-digit-arthouse