Whistling Up the Wind
The Story of the Ill-Fated Antarctica Marathon “Good morning everybody! This is your 5:30 wake up call,” boomed the speaker in the corner of my cabin on Tuesday, February 6th, for the second day in a row. “It’s a blustery morning out there. A little snow. It’s zero degrees Celsius, and the winds are moderate, … Continue reading Whistling Up the Wind