The observant will note that I’m not participating in NaBloPoMo this year. I’m doing this for your sake as much as mine. Really, who wants to read (again) my whines about how much I hate November?
Enough of that!
Instead, I plan to honor my rocky relationship with November by writing here just as I have during all the other months of the year: when the mood strikes.
In the meantime, for those who want to read a daily blog entry, I happily steer you to The Scott Expedition where, right now, Ben Saunders and Tarka L’Herpiniere are retracing Scott’s steps to the south pole and back, manhauling, with no ponies, no dogs, no snow machines. Just two men, pulling sledges, each loaded with a bit over 400 lbs of gear and supplies, with harnesses they’ve fashioned from backpack straps.
This expedition has been 10 years in the making. When I first learned about it 10 years ago, Ben was trying to generate funding by offering the public the opportunity to “sponsor” a mile of the journey. Of course, I bought a mile. Silly question. The whole journey is 1800 miles; mine is 1787, right near the end.
1800 miles. On foot. Through some of the harshest terrain and weather on the planet.
I really can’t complain about wading my way through 30 days of November, now can I?