Day 9 to the Southpole

Mom got coffee in bed today, after her inner polar-explorer clock woke the kitchen boy. A good portion of oatmeal was eaten before we set off.

We headed out thinking it would be a nice day, right up until we put on our skis and realized we couldn’t see a thing. We walked straight into the biggest sastrugi, completely unaware of what lay ahead. We fell flat on our faces again and again, until Emma, in protest, took off her skis — and Mom insisted she couldn’t call herself Norwegian if she walked without skis. After a long and heartfelt debate about Norwegian polar tradition, I put my skis back on. In true Amundsen style, we carried on.

After a long day with poor visibility and massive sastrugi, we finally made it into the tent. It’s blowing hard outside, and Mom demanded a rematch in Idiot, still sulking after losing two days ago.

Once again she had to admit defeat to her superior — Mom remains the biggest idiot in the tent, and Emma continues her winning streak!

Happy Saturday 🤝