It was a cold and windy morning on the upper part of the glacier. The skiing was not glamorous at all. Just some long terrible traverses with three of us roped up. Coming back to camp there were about 25 people waiting to dig in to a very large turkey. I needed to since there was a large hole in my belly.
Holidays are a festive time in the Dry Valleys.
Folks tend to stay in the field instead of going back to town, since it much more cozy out here. I have attached a photo of the feast. A few helicopter pilots also stopped by for some awesome food. Christmas will also be a Lake Hoare, but will be probably be a smaller group. Otherwise life at Lake Hoare is moving right along.