As it does for many Americans, my Thanksgiving began with a 5k Turkey Trot race.
Runners gather in front by the "Chapel of the Snows":
Outbound on the Turkey Trot--the race takes us out onto the sea ice and back:
Running back towards town, driven by the thirst for victory! (Or did I just want to get out of the wind and have some hot cocoa?)
A hearty dinner with good friends and good (okay, bad) wine:
The last bite of pumpkin pie. Truly a Thanksgiving to remember.
2 comments:
I see that you remembered to bring your chopsticks to Antartica...Long live the Chopstick Gang!
Todd
ah, pumpkin pie.
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