The last person finished the race about 2am, so we broke open the Jamesons, Jagermeister and vodka, celebrated until about 4am and got up again at 6am to fly to geographic north pole. We were drifting further and further away from it daily due to high winds. (See photo above by Mike King).
We loaded up on the trusty (?) Russian helicopter and headed north .
We crossed over some pretty precarious looking ice.
We really loaded up..It was spectacular to watch the GPS track of the ice as we hunted for 90 degrees north..
...and found it, albeit a moving target.
Literally on top of the world.
...and found it, albeit a moving target.
Literally on top of the world.
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