The first day after the crash felt like an eternity. I can’t tell if the days are getting longer or shorter. I’ve never had this feeling before, that I can feel the smallest shift in my environment.

We are still clearing the snow around the ship and it has been two days since we crashed. You would think a group of highly educated shipmates would be able to get this done efficiently.

Luckily we had some food left on the ship and it did not get compromised in the crash. O’Neill is getting short with everyone but I think that is because he feels responsible.

The original voyage was intended to help progress us as a species. Now we’re stranded stuck. No comms. We don’t even know where we are.

We know we’re cold. We know we’ll be hungry soon. We know there might be something out there predatory towards us.

The ship crashed in the best possible way. It landed directly on the communications section. The bunkers, servery and backstock were all safe. We are working on the climbing the ship since it landed at an angle.