In Antarctica, Thanksgiving is celebrated on a Saturday. As far as I can tell, this is simply because of Saturday's proximity to Sunday, the weekly day off. Better to consolidate the merrymaking than risk it spilling into work time?
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.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
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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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