I’m listening to Bing singing White Christmas. December 14, 2011 is only a few minutes old. At 90S right now, the sun hasn’t set. The Norwegian PM, who arrived at the South Pole yesterday, may be lifting a glass of aquavit to toast his countryman, Roald Amundsen.
There are folk sailing on an icebreaker right now somewhere on the other side of the world. They too will be raising a glass and toasting an extraordinary polar explorer.
Some friends of mine have spent time at the South Pole. I haven’t had the privilege. I’m thinking of those pals scattered across the globe today. That’s the thing about people passionate about the polar regions. We don’t live in any one town or country. We’re found everywhere that adventure lives.
Here’s to Amundsen. Here’s to those who came after. And here’s to our friends at sea. Happy 100th!
