1-13-2010

Woke up just around noon as usual (we figure it’s always noon here) and stepped out into the wind. These winds don’t bode well for moving to Camp I, and Willie confirmed my suspicion. After wrestling my boots on, and glancing at the view I won’t get tired of, I sat down in our kitchen tent with Willie. The tent in question is a tee-pee type shape with not much room for all five of us and the cook ware. After a quick breakfast, the team retired to their tents, and Willie & I set about fixing our kitchen. A few hours later we were rewarded with a cave/kitchen that Batman & Superman would be proud of.

            After that, as to not get lazy, we strolled about 4 kilometers to half camp. Once we gained a little elevation, the view behind us grew even more spectacular. It was if the Sahara was hit by a snowstorm, the giant plain of snow beyond the mountains stretched as far as the eye could see. It was an odd feeling, to think of being in Antarctica. I’ve always thought only the toughest people go there, and now here I am, walking through it on my last climb to complete the 7 summits.