Today started with an ominous looking horizon. Sharp, high rising ridges as far as the eye could see. I prepared for some heavy duty steering and was not disappointed. The terrain was at times impossible to negotiate and I came really close to giving up. For nearly 20 kilometers it was ridge after ridge after ridge... Before crossing a ridge I stop for a second to have a look and try to determine the best way to cross it. I try to pick a route that avoids steep or particularly edgy bits. However, as soon as you tumble or drop some meters, the plan is out of the window and you're back to survival mode... you're disoriented and try your hardest not to slide further down or completely lose traction.
Anyway, I managed to leave this particularly difficult area behind me and came into some more forgiving terrain, mainly consisting of flat planes separated by relatively modest ridges. After some experimenting, I got quite proficient in gaining as much speed as possible and then jump to cross the ridge and make it to the next plane. Pitching the SRV forward and boosting allows you to gain just that little bit of extra airspeed to make it across.
No sign of System Security ships to hunt me but I do not doubt they will be back before long. I am at 22° South. Only 680km to the South Pole and the half way mark.
The ridges in the distance predict difficult times...
Another huge ridge to cross
The insignificance of my SRV
Jumping ridges!