The three men (Henry, Henry, and Will) checking out Vince's cross at Hut Point. Their ancestors were here 100 years ago.
Their camp set up on the other side of Hut Point, not visible from town. My friend Kevin told me they were in town so I walked down to check out their camp with some friends that night.
A close up of their camp.
From the left: Mel (works in Fuels and just happened to be on a run that morning), Henry, Henry, me (with Flat Stanley of course) and Will after their tour of Discovery Hut (the least used and least restored of the three huts on Ross Island). The guys were able to visit all three huts!
Sunday morning, a crowd gathered to see them off. It could quite possibly be the last time they see any other humans besides themselves until they reach 97 miles from the Pole where they will meet up with a few more skiers. That is where Shackleton decided to turn around to not risk the lives of his party. They reached the furthest south anyone had been at that time.
Henry Worsley talking about their journey at Hut Point. Vince's cross is in the background.
Henry Worsley's skis - His kids painted them for him to keep him motivated.
One of the quotes on their sledges.
Shackleton's compass! It was entrusted to Henry Worsley by Shackleton's granddaughter. She wanted it to finish the journey Shackleton wasn't able to.
I got to touch something old! Me with Shackleton's compass!
The guys hooking their sledges up to their harnesses.
The guys setting out from Hut Point with Black Island in the distance.
