"Your 2016 journal has 365 blank pages: make it a good read." I saw that earlier this week posted in one of the hallways in McMurdo Station, Antarctica. That's a little cheesy and ham-handed, but still a good idea.
Solstice was spent on the Otway Massif, an +11,000 foot mountain in the Central Transantarctic Mountains at the top of the Mill Glacier. We moved on the same day to the Roberts Massif, and on the 25th I was standing on top of its 9000 foot summit. I celebrated the new year with about 750 other folks last night in Master Chief Gallagher's namesake bar in McMurdo - I'm typing this at 5.30pm on 1 January 2016. I'm on the end of a 7 week trip, and should be home in another 10 days (actually, it will feel like 11, but I gain a day on the date line again).
So much to do! I've got another letter to write (my late Solstice letter) to talk about skiing in the North Cascades, Japan, Switzerland, and more. I also need to do a lap on Castle Rock, Ob Hill, a trail marathon I'd like to run and one last ski before I send the sticks home. I have a stack of photos that I want to share from here. I have a fantastic wedding in California to go to in a couple of weeks, and three more ski trips to pack for. And I need a new passport.
Right now I want to go to dinner.
So here's to 2016. I have 365 days to fill. I pledge to saying "yes" more often then "no"; to walk, hike, run, climb, and ski more than I drive; to intentionally train so that my body can keep up with my ambition; to play with my dogs more when I'm home, and try to bring them with me more often; and to try harder - at work, at play, and at love.
Oh, and I want to be the climber or skier having the most fun.
See you soon!
Photo thanks to Gordon Bromley | That's me standing on top of Flute Peak, the summit of the Roberts Massif in the Central Transantarctic Mountains. My GPS read 2933 meters (9623 feet) on the summit, and it was -28 Celsius. Brrrr!