It is uncanny how much Felicity and I are alike. We are practically identical twins in our hardy quest for rigorous challenge and adventure.
Felicity Aston just completed a 1,084 mile, 59 day skiing trek across the whole of Antartica, pulling two sledges full of supplies behind her.
I just completed a 2.5 mile walk from my front door, down the canal and safely back again pulling my booty behind me.
Felicity got emotional when she saw the coastal mountains that meant she was at the end of her journey
I got emotional when I saw that I was about to miss the garbageman as I neared my front door
Aston, skilled in physics and meteorology, used GPS to keep on course
Larainy, with fine motor skills developed through sad experience, kept on course by not falling into the canal, but walking along side it
Felicity had to fight near-constant headwinds across the vast central plateau to the South-Pole
I had to fight a breeze and several dog walkers, also a nasty whiff of hot asphalt on Adobe Street.
After 2 months of freeze dried food, Aston looks forward to a nice chicken pot pie made by her mother
After an hour of vigorous walking I look forward to a slice of sharp white cheddar on a cracker because I haven't liked chicken pot pie since a dangerous Swanson overdose during my freshmen year of college.
I may just be whistling Dixie, but I think there is a fine potential for a book/movie deal for us twins.
photos and adventure found here