Not Saying Uncle to Antarctica

“As they skied through the whiteout on Monday, they stared at compasses strapped to their chests to stay on course toward the South Pole, unable to see up or down or side to side, with their sleds catching on wavelike ridges of ice known as sastrugi, forcing the occasional tumble. On this expedition, for both men, tripping and falling hard — countless times — is all part of the schedule.” It’s bad enough to attempt to be the first person to try to cross the Antarctica alone. It’s even harder when there’s another guy trying to do the same thing at the same time. NYT: Racing Across Antarctica, One Freezing Day at a Time. (My strategy is to wait until climate change melts all the ice and then attempt to be the first person to cross the Antarctica alone on a rented electric scooter.)

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