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The South Pole: An Account of the Norwegian Antarctic Expedition in the "Fram" 1910-1912

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: Meanwhile we had brought all our things as far as possible into a place of safety ; the dogs lay harnessed to reduce the risk of losing them. Wisting was just going over to his sledge—he had gone the same way several times before—when suddenly I saw nothing but his head, shoulders and arms above the snow. He had fallen through, but saved himself by stretching his arms out as he fell. The crevasse was bottomless, like the rest. We went into the tent and cooked lobscouse. Leaving the weather to take care of itself, we made ourselves as comfortable as we could. It was then one o'clock in the afternoon. The wind had fallen considerably since we came in, and before we knew what was happening, it was perfectly calm. It began to brighten a little about three, and we went out to look at it. The weather was evidently improving, and on the northern horizon there was a sign of blue sky. On the south it was thick. Far off, in the densest part of the mist, we could vaguely see the outline of a dome-like elevation, and Wisting and Hanssen went off to examine it. The dome turned out to be one of the small haycock formations that we had seen before in this district. They struck at it with their poles, and—just as they expected—it was hollow, and revealed the darkest abyss. Hanssen was positively chuckling with delight when he told us about it; Hassel sent him an envious glance. A pa a HANSSEN'S REGRETS 11 By 4 p.m. it cleared, and a small reconnoitring party, composed of three, started to find a way out of this. I was one of the three, so we had a long Alpine rope between us ; I don't like tumbling in, if I can avoid it by such simple means. We set out to the east—the direction that had brought us out of the same broken ground before—and we had not gone more than a few paces wh...

This is Scott's hut at Cape Evans.. January 17 is the anniversary of Scott, Oates, Bowers, Wilson and Evans reaching the South Pole in 1912 to find the Norwegian Amundsen had just beaten them. On Jan 17 Scott wrote " The worst has happened ... all dreams must go.... Great God this is an awful place .....now for the run home and desperate struggle ......." After fighting blizzards, running out of food and fuel they finally died on March 22 in their tent and their bodies were found 8 months later by Apsley Cherry--Garrard who had nearly lost his life in 1911 on a journey from Cape Evans to Cape Crozier to find Emperor Penguin eggs (he wrote an amazing book The Worst Journey in the World;). They dropped the tent onto the bodies and made a Cairn over them and there they remain. Scott has been criticised but these men battled against all odds and showed the kind of courage that few men today would do without modern equipment..The Hut has recently had a new roof but inside is much the same as Scott and his men left it. I am so priviledged to have stood in the hut and paid tribute to some of my heroes.The next few pictures are shots taken inside the hut. I took over 200 pictures inside the hut.

A glass of Amundsen Royk Porter on draft at Amundsen Bryggeri & Spiseri in Oslo.

The Royk Porter is a 6% abv smoked porter. It poured pitch black with a big, brown head. It sported a lovely bonfire smoke aroma, with notes of cocoa and caramel. Very nice. The mouthfeel was medium heavy with a strong carbonation. The flavor started out with a mild caramel sweetness, some ripe fruits and a good dose of fresh smoke. The bittering hops mixed well with the smoke, creating a good, bitter finish with lingering smoke notes.

This is a well made and tasty smoke porter, the best I've had so far from the Amundsen brewery.

Roald Amundsen, “the last of the Vikings,” left his mark on the Heroic Era as one of the most successful polar explorers ever.

A powerfully built man more than six feet tall, Amundsen’s career of adventure began at the age of fifteen (he was born in Norway in 1872 to a family of merchant sea captains and rich ship owners); twenty-five years later he was the first man to reach both the North and South Poles.

Lynne Cox, adventurer and swimmer, author of Swimming to Antarctica (“gripping” —Sports Illustrated) and Grayson (“wondrous, and unforgettable” —Carl Hiaasen), gives us in South with the Sun a full-scale account of the explorer’s life and expeditions.

We see Amundsen, in 1903-06, the first to travel the Northwest Passage between the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, in his small ship Gjoa, a seventy-foot refitted former herring boat powered by sails and a thirteen-horsepower engine, making his way through the entire length of the treacherous ice bound route, between the northern Canadian mainland and Canada’s Arctic islands, from Greenland across Baffin Bay, between the Canadian islands, across the top of Alaska into the Bering Strait. The dangerous journey took three years to complete, as Amundsen, his crew, and six sled dogs waited while the frozen sea around them thawed sufficiently to allow for navigation.
We see him journey toward the North Pole in Fridtjof Nansen’s famous Fram, until word reached his expedition party of Robert Peary’s successful arrival at the North Pole. Amundsen then set out on a secret expedition to the Antarctic, and we follow him through his heroic capture of the South Pole.

Cox makes clear why Amundsen succeeded in his quests where other adventurer-explorers failed, and how his methodical preparation and willingness to take calculated risks revealed both the spirit of the man and the way to complete one triumphant journey after another.

Crucial to Amundsen’s success in reaching the South Pole was his use of carefully selected sled dogs. Amundsen’s canine crew members—he called them “our children”—had been superbly equipped by centuries of natural selection for survival in the Arctic. “The dogs,” he wrote, “are the most important thing for us. The whole outcome of the expedition depends on them.” On December 14, 1911, Roald Amundsen and four others, 102 days and more than 1,880 miles later, stood at the South Pole, a full month before Robert Scott.

Lynne Cox describes reading about Amundsen as a young girl and how because of his exploits was inspired to follow her dreams. We see how she unwittingly set out in Amundsen’s path, swimming in open waters off Antarctica, then Greenland (always without a wetsuit), first as a challenge to her own abilities and then later as a way to understand Amundsen’s life and the lessons learned from his vision, imagination, and daring.

South with the Sun—inspiring, wondrous, and true—is a bold adventure story of bold ambitious dreams.