At the morons of madness
Did I mention this was a one-day trip?
I was dressed more or less like an Eskimo; bulky whale-skin boots and coat and pants and mittens, whereas she was in conventional/contemporary expedition gear, replete with small snowshoes and hiking poles. Somehow, I was still able to set a challenging pace over the snow (not as challenging on the bare rock).
My biggest annoyance was, when I tried to figure out how long the trip was, Google Maps insisted it was 9.2 miles from the Antarctic coast to the pole, which engendered the expected, "No you fuckers it's like a thousand miles, pull your head out of your asssssssss...." response.