
In Antarctica, the snow is like water and the wind is like the current. Everywhere we look we see scalloped forms and flowing shapes that remind us of a river bed or sea floor. We are traveling on an ocean of snow. (Continued...)

We are back into our regular routine today inching our way south. If it was a race, we would definitely be the tortoise. Not quite reptilian, we did manage a few welcome glides during our steady polar plod on snow that continues to be.....

Thee clouds, calm and almost humid warmth gave way into a clear and cold morning. 20 minutes into the day, my hands felt like icey blocks. I tried the usual tricks: lowering my hands below my waist, pulling my fingers into the palm of my gloves, making a fist 50 or 60 times...

The rest of the world is starting to slowly dissolve away and all that is left, for us, is snow, sky, wind and our daily routine. Day 8. It feels good to be here. (Continued...)

There are a few rare days in a Minnesota winter, right after a fresh snow, that are my favorite. I'll get my light racing cross country skis and head to one of the groomed ski areas...

I haven't quite conquered Antarctic mornings but I'm getting close. I managed to set my alarm but forgot to turn it on. Special polar props go to Bill for giving me an early nudge (again). (Continued...)

Leaving Patriot Hills camp for the second time in less than a week, we were instantly reminded of one main reasons why we we are here: breathtaking Antarctic scenery. (Continued...)












