Over the next few days, we waited for favorable weather to reach our drop site. On January 6th, we enjoyed leisurely activities such as biking and skiing, savoring a shower after six days, and relishing a movie night. By January 7th, the skies cleared enough for our scheduled flight. Anticipation surged as we prepared for departure, though I discovered my sock had a hole—a reminder of how meticulously one must check gear.
The flight to our drop site was exhilarating, and unloading our equipment resembled organized chaos. We trekked two miles and set up camp with the relentless mantra of keeping warm and fueled. Working alongside Gary, my tentmate, I found patience was essential as I undertook most camp duties, yet our rapport grew.
The days that followed were regimented with skiing, setting up camps, and practicing survival techniques. The weather posed intermittent obstacles, impacting our crossing but also highlighting the unpredictable beauty of Antarctica. Adapting to the environment my physical resilience was challenged, particularly with the bitter winds and extreme cold affecting my fingers and toes despite layered hand warmers and mitts.
More than once I was given the responsibility to use the compass harness and lead the direction and pace of the trek through the stark empty wilderness. There are no landmarks. No mountains to aim at. Just flat and white as far as the eye can see.
On the afternoon of January 9th, after one of the coldest nights with cloud cover, I woke to a day of exertion and settled into a routin - a series of "pushes" and breaks, covering miles followed by breaks filled with snacks and energy -restoring drinks. On January 10th, a biting chill demanded extra precautions with attire as I navigated through fogged goggles and plummeting temperatures. Gary and I collaborated more effectively, thanks to Keith and Taylor's guiding prowess.
Amidst the arduous days, a sense of awe persisted. On January 12th, camaraderie lightened the journey. Despite the challenges of cold and exhausting routine, conversations with fellow adventurers like Eric and Aliq enriched the experience. Their unwavering spirits and shared wisdom were invaluable.
Finally, by January 14th, we were within reach of the South Pole station. The tangible excitement of nearing our goal energized everyone. Encouragement welled up inside me as Gary, struggling without his sled, needed my support. Entering the ALE station, triumph swelled as we were greeted by cheers.
The South Pole Last Degree
By Bruce Terry
I embarked on an unforgettable journey to the South Pole at the end of 2024, starting with my arrival in Punta Arenas on New Year's Eve after a lengthy layover in Santiago. I missed my connection to Punta Arenas and spent hours at the Santiago airport. Despite this initial hiccup, I finally joined my team in Punta Arenas, where we celebrated the New Year outside our hotel with champagne toasts, setting a festive tone for our adventure.
The following day, January 1st, I braved a brisk swim in the Southern Ocean, invigorating myself for the challenges ahead. Our diverse team included individuals from various backgrounds and countries, including retired military personnel, avid climbers, and adventure enthusiasts. As the second oldest member at 64, I relished the camaraderie that formed as we shared stories and explored the town for last-minute gear.
On January 4th we flew to Union Glacier aboard a chartered 757. This wasn't my first Antarctic adventure; I had visited in 2016 to climb Vinson. Memories of that journey came flooding back, but this time the comforts were greater. On arrival we set up camp and immersed ourselves in preparatory activities - practicing skills, organizing our gear and learning to adapt to the cold.
Celebrations for reaching the pole were heartening. We toured the Amundsen -Scott National Science Foundation Building, a rare privilege since COVID restrictions. Insightful guides revealed facility marvels, fostering ideas of future involvement for my son, Henry, should he explore opportunities there.
As the expedition wound down, surprises continued. Weather delays blew up departure plans, yet lent serendipitous interactions with explorers like Cat, "The Molar Explorer," and Satish, an Antarctic adventurer with compelling stories. These exchanges underscored the intersection of personal discovery and global compatriotism found in such extreme explorations.
January 16th brought preparations for departure, an unhurried breakfast punctuated by waiting for clear weather to allow flights back to Union Glacier. My time at the South Pole culminated in a brilliant sunset over the icy expanse, etching memories that would endure well past return flights.
Looking back, this expedition tested my resilience and fortitude, bringing profound connections with nature and people from every corner of the world. My heart was full of gratitude, not only for the awe-inspiring environment but also for the collective spirit of adventure that bonded strangers into a united team. This journey to the South Pole would remain an indelible chapter in my life, a testament to the power of human resolve against the world's most formidable elements.
Celebrations for reaching the pole were heartening. We toured the Amundsen Scott National Science Foundation Building, a rare privilege since COVID restrictions. Insightful guides revealed facility marvels, fostering ideas of future involvement for my son, Henry, should he explore opportunities there.
As the expedition wound down, surprises continued. Weather delays juggled departure plans, yet lent serendipitous interactions with explorers like Cat, "The Molar Explorer," and Satish, an Antarctic adventurer with compelling stories. These exchanges underscored the intersection of personal discovery and global compatriotism found in such extreme explorations.
January 16th brought preparations for departure, an unhurried breakfast punctuated by waiting for clear weather to allow flights back to Union Glacier. My time at the South Pole culminated in a brilliant sunset over the icy expanse, etching memories that would endure well past return flights.
Looking back, this expedition tested my resilience and fortitude, bringing profound connections with nature and people from every corner of the world. My heart was full of gratitude, not only for the awe-inspiring environment but also for the collective spirit of adventure that bonded strangers into a united team. This journey to the South Pole would remain an indelible chapter in my life, a testament to the power of human resolve against the world's most formidable elements.
Scenes from Union Glacier
Scenes from the trail
After arriving and recovering for a day at the ALE South Pole Camp, we were invited into the Admuson/Scott South Pole Research facility. We had a tour of the Command Center, Medical area, Cafeteria, Greenhouse, Indoor Basketball Court and Gym, Library, Music Room, Game Room and more. During the months of November to January there are more than 150 people working with a 3 staff to 1 scientist ratio. During the rest of the year there are less than 60 people on site.
Bruce at the Ceremonial South Pole
Bruce hold the American flag, one of twelve member nation flags.