From our distant African origins to the igloo-dwelling Greenland Inuit, humankind has always extended our reach into whatever new and unexplored land lay at our domestic frontiers. We have not shied away from the most extreme of environments. Rather, we have learned, through trial and error, how to enter, how to survive and even thrive … More “All or nothing: When do you take the big risk?” Sometimes you just have to plunge ahead.
It’s unlikely that any of us will find ourselves in Tom Crean’s situation when, in the closing days of the Antarctic autumn of 1912, at the end of a 1300-mile walk, he set out to go another 35 to save his companions. We no longer find ourselves trekking such extreme distances on such minimal resources, … More “Can You Do It?”
Like it or not, “luck” can have a lot to do with the outcomes of our efforts. Apparently random sequences of events beyond our control can determine the success of our endeavors, for good or ill. The most carefully planned and industriously executed plans can come to naught, or worse, in the sudden confluence of … More ”Luck” and Discovery
–from Wilhelm Filchner’s account “To the Sixth Continent”– “The coast of South Georgia was blockaded by an impressive number of icebergs. Mount Paget, with its massive, show-white ridge, occasionally poked through the cloud cover in all its magnificence. “In superb weather, but with a strong headwind, we rounded the southwest tip of south Georgia on … More December 19,1912: The Deutschland safe in harbor at last
–from Apsley Cherry-Garrard’s account The Worst Journey in the World– “October 29. Hut Point. The mule party, under Wright, consisting of Gran, Nelson, Crean, Hooper, Willamson, Keohane, and Lashly, left Cape Evans at 10:30 and arrived here at 5 p.m. after a good march in perfect weather. They leave Debenham and Archer at the hut, … More October 29, 1912: The Search Journey departs from Hut Point
–from Apsley Cherry-Garrard’s account “The Worst Journey in the World”– “Much credit is due to the mule leaders that they were able to exercise their animals without hurt. Cape Evans in the dark, strewn with great boulders, with the open sea at your feet, is no easy place to manage a very high-spirited and excitable … More July 1912: The mules at Cape Evans
–from Frank Debenham’s account “The Quiet Land”– “7.5.12 A beautiful calm day for a change. At noon today there was a glorious sunrise–or sunset. Which does one say when the sun never appears? The low stratus clouds to the north were a deep crimson against the dead white of the surface of the Barne Glacier … More May 7, 1912: “A beautiful calm day for a change. . . .”