the Journey

  • Distance to go: 0 Mi

    Ben and Tarka will cover 1800 miles starting from Scott's Terra Nova Hut at the edge of Antarctica to the South Pole and back to the coast again. That's equivalent to 69 back-to-back marathons hauling up to 200kg each (the weight of roughly two adult men) of kit and supplies necessary to survive.

    Distances here are shown in statute miles.

Glacier Chiropractors (Day 45)

Day 45: S85° 2' 12", E163° 57' 27.6"

Duration: 8 Hr 30 Min

Daily distance: 19.3 Mi

Distance to go: 1257.1 Mi

Temperature: -12 °C

Wind chill: -24 °C

Altitude: 6545 Ft

Tarka and I were sat on our sleds early this afternoon, resting and eating after another 80-minute stint of walking on crampons over blue ice. As I chewed on an energy bar there was a loud crack or bang, like a rifle shot or a firework going off, and a definite shock wave. I'd noticed the ice making pinging, popping and cracking noises as we walked over it for a couple of days, but I'd never actually felt anything.

"Did you feel that?", I asked Tarka. "I love that", he said, "my wife hates it and gets all jumpy, but I feel like a glacier chiropractor, helping click all those thousands of tons of ice under pressure back into place. I always imagine the glacier sighing with relief afterwards."

Today was another character-building one, with difficult weather throughout (low cloud cover, flat light and a cold headwind coming off the plateau) and undoubtedly the hardest section of travel we've encountered, namely the blue ice climb past Mount Buckley and Mount Bowers - both part of Buckley Island - at the top end of the Beardmore Glacier. The vertical ascent was only about 200 metres, but it was a short, sharp, steep climb over a fractured surface that had us both working like shire horses.

Incidentally, we spotted Mount Saunders on our big map of the Beardmore when we were writing route notes for our return journey last night. Sadly it's too far east of us for a detour, but I had no idea it was here, and I have no idea who it's named after.

The other happening of note today was finding a man-made object near the foot of the craggy rocks of Mount Bowers, the rusted remains of a tin can. Any markings on it were long gone, and it was impossible to tell its age or where it came from, but it looked ancient and I know that Captain Scott stopped here to "geologise" for a day, so you never know. His team found fossilised ferns in the rock nearby, and I often feel a bit guilty that we're racing through a place that would surely be Mecca for most geologists and glaciologists.

I'll sign off now as I'm cooking, I'm tired and it's late, but we leave a depot tomorrow night and then hang a left and head due south on the plateau for the Pole, so it's an exciting transition for us. Watch this space.


# Helen, December 10th 2013

Great day guys!
Warm welcome from Ukraine! Thank you for emotions! You’ve made all of us a part of your expedition.
Can’t deal with my anticipation to see what the South Pole really is :)

Stay safe!

# Pavel, December 10th 2013

I think Mount Saunders named by someone from future :D

# Kristoffer, December 10th 2013

Actually, Mount Saunders is named after Shackleton’s secretary. 8-)

# Intrepid, December 10th 2013

Out of naivete I began a search pertaining to why everything isn’t covered in white in Antarctica. I found there are plenty on non-white places down there. According to Wikipedia, Mt. Buckley is an ice free peak on Buckley Island which is a mountain massif.  Whether it is also a nunataks is what I am wondering. Anyone know?

I’ve had my own type of character building days,so when I hear these words spoken I understand but can’t feel it in my bones. I have so little experience with almost everything being reported. I’ve camped, eaten freeze dried food, slept in the snow, skied, been in freezing cold weather, hiked, etc, but never to such extremes. And never everything all together. I have the utmost respect for your expedition and all the challenges. It’s intriguing to imagine what stories have taken place there day after day, year after year, in between the very few footsteps that have walked on by.


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