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 Worsleyās path across Antarctica. The sastrugiāthe parallel wavelike ridges carved by the polar winds into the surface of icy snowāwere tougher than heād 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. Benās trying to complete the journey, to finish his friendās quest. Heās been cursing each ridge, he told me; each ridge means he canāt really ski but must painfully step up and over.