We swung our legs out of the zodiac and finally set foot on the continent…our seventh continent. We practically ran up the steep mountain, enjoying every slippery step through the snow and piece of hail that pelted our face. We were the first ones to reach the rocky outcropping, with panoramic views of Neko Harbour and the endless white landmass as far as the eye could see. It felt like our four years of travel were culminating at this one moment. This called for champagne. We snuck a bottle in our rucksack (don’t follow our naughty example) and popped the cork, the wind exploding sparkling wine into the air and up our noses. Giggling from the tickly bubbles, utter joy, and complete awe, we sat back and reveled in the milestone moment.
