South Pole had its very own Mardi Gras on the day of my arrival, complete with the shortest, coldest, windiest, and driest parade on earth.
I always take it easy on the day of my arrival. The high altitude does take its toll and after a trip out to BICEP I could barely keep my eyes open after dinner. I’m glad I made the effort to see the parade. We had a few floats and a crowd to sheer them on.