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I was speaking by satellite phone with my client and friend, the polar explorer Ben Saunders, as he was trying to retrace his friend Henry Worsley’s path across Antarctica. The sastrugi—the parallel wavelike ridges carved by the polar winds into the surface of icy snow—were tougher than he’d imagined, and he was close to giving up.

The possibility of giving up wears on him. In 2016, his friend, his mentor, Henry, stopped one hundred and twenty-six miles short of his goal of being the first person to cross the Antarctic peninsula unaided and unassisted. Overcome by exhaustion and airlifted out, Henry died in Chile. Ben’s trying to complete the journey, to finish his friend’s quest. He’s been cursing each ridge, he told me; each ridge means he can’t really ski but must painfully step up and over.