Mayday in the Antarctic

Thursday had been a long day; up early, Lynne and Pete D’Angelo had climbed into a Zodiac inflatable dinghy and dodged icebergs, had approached the very place on Antarctica’s Elephant Island where, early in the 20th century, the explorer Sir Ernest Shackleton had left his men to go for help, then returned four months later to rescue them. Now, at day’s end, the D’Angelos were tired. As they said their good nights, someone teasingly called out, “Sunrise is at 3:41.” Pete laughed and told them not to count on him to see it. That was one of the details he would remember. That the sun would rise at 3:41. … Back to Article