The blizzard is now starting to clear leaving me in thick, knee-deep snow. Just over the horizon I can see the gap in the mountains that I know to be the mountain pass at the border however I am food and still at least a couple of days from it. I can feel my strength waning, fasting nothing new to a monk but adding travel and the cold I am struggling and yet I must pick up the pace. I have resorted to eating snow but the handful every so often, this does nothing for me but make my growling stomach a little less of a barrier as I push forward. This is becoming less effective as I push forward though but despite that I must push forward. I have not come so far but to freeze to death out here.