Scott Base

Our cross-valley flight was pretty awesome Saturday. We were probably in the air for a couple of hours after all was said and done, and we got some pretty good views. It was a bit nerve wracking coming over some of the cliffs, when all of a sudden the ground is a good 2000 feet farther down than it used to be, but it was still fun.

Today we headed over to take a look at Scott base, the kiwi installation just around the island. It's much smaller, and cleaner looking. All of the buildings are the same green color, and all connected by hanging hallways, so that you don't have to go outside to get from place to place. We were going to meet up with a guide that we had met at Bonney with the BBC guys, but he was out doing some training. It's a bit odd, as he told us he would be in.

For those who wonder, we are scheduled to leave McMurdo on 12/11. We will leave New Zealand on 12/13. I won't know until 12/11, fairly late at night, when I get to Chicago, local time. Since we're leaving on 12/13, and we make up 17 hours coming back, I may well get home on 12/13. I will try to let people know, probably via txt. Some of you may have to make phone calls for me.

Running Water and Electric Lights

With much difficulty, we have arrived in McMurdo once again. We got stuck at LH for two days rather than one, and were nearly stuck at Fryxell for an overnight instead of a simple day trip. It's nice to be clean and have a bed, but I wouldn't want to be in McMurdo for very long. Tomorrow should be a day flight in an AStar, the smaller, faster helo. And you can sit in the front! After that it's just equipment returns and a few more days on ice. For those of you asking, I've seen some life wildlife. There was a skua, a sort of large cold weather seagull, hanging around outside the Crary lab. The things are sort of vicious, swooping down to take food from peoples hands and if you've got a good grip, swooping into the back of your head to make you drop it. They're the reason that most of the dead seals don't have eyes... Cute lookin' though.

Return to Hoare

We made it to Lake Hoare today. All in all it was a pretty relaxed day. We only had one thing to do here. Tomorrow we'll hop to Fryxell and then McMurdo. You can almost count the days at this point.

Looking out at the lake, seeing the buoy site where we worked, makes me feel like I've been here for years. It seems like it couldn't possibly have been just a month and a few days ago that we got to Hoare for the first time. It's all been so constant and draining, and mostly so foreign. Being in such a different place and learning such a different lifestyle makes everything seem to last much longer. Added to the frequent travel and contrasting landscapes, it may as well have been a year. It's not a bad thing, really, just a rare sort of feeling. Well, one more night in a tent.

Life in the Valley of the Dead

As many of you are, I'm sure, aware I have an intense and irrational anxiety associated with the site of dead animals if there is any flesh to be found. It's not as strong for me as when I was a child, but it comes up. Roadkill isn't bad, and I've gotten pretty used to dissections. You may also know that I've got something of a fascination with bones, and find them apt decorative pieces, in the right setting.

So, it's been an interesting time here in the Valleys, where mummified seals and penguins are fairly commonplace. I've taken photos of all individuals I've found. They're all in various conditions, some just bones, some with skin, some with fur or feathers yet.

Mystery Revealed: Posted now on Flickr are ten my choosing. I didn't post the most disturbing of them (there's nothing quite as unsettling as an eyeball that hasn't rotten away in a skull without any skin), in part because it's a public forum, and in part because none of you were expecting it. All photos are of different individuals, not all individuals that I have found will be online. Finally, none of you asked why Mummy Pond was called Mummy Pond!!!! Come on! What a lead in! Oh well.

On a completely different note, bad weather has set in. We're still at Bonney for now.

In the Shape of Things to Come

Well, we're packed up and loaded; everything's ready to go. We finished the last buoy today and put away all of the tools and toys. We'll be at Lake Hoare tomorrow to fix (read: revert to an older version because my keeper didn't properly prepare in Chicago) some software issues. The day after we'll be at Lake Fryxell for the same reason. We won't be drilling any new ablation stakes as Meda is hurting pretty good and doesn't want to strain his back any further. After that we're in McMurdo for a few days, one of which will be a flying tour across a few lakes north of here. We may catch an early flight home, which would put us in Chicago on 12/14 instead of 12/19. I won't know honestly probably until 12/10.

Today I took a walk to Mummy Pond. It was about two hours away, but a pleasant walk. The winds were picking up, but sun dominated until I got there. I was warm enough anyways, and the scenery was nice. There's a high road and a low road, I took the high in and the short out. Up on the bluffs were boulders glaciers. The winds are pretty good across that stretch of land, so many of the rocks were sculpted. It was pretty cool to be able to look down on the lower route, which is an outwash plain of Suess Glacier when the full melt season is on. There were two streams flowing, but it is still colder here than usual. Generally by now the streams are in full bore and you can hear ice calving off of the glaciers frequently. Leave it to me to pick the cold year... The low path was mostly sand and flat. In many places wind and water left ripples in the sand, as if to speak of a beach long since gone. There weren't so many sculpted rocks here, but the contrast was pleasant. Mummy pond itself is smaller than any of the lakes I've been to. It's small enough that the ice is smooth all the way across. There is still ice movement, however. It doesn't form abrupt walls there, rather it swells up, sometimes more than a meter, creating odd and unexpected ice domes. It was a pleasant day, and a hike I've been trying to make since we got to Bonney, but could never find the time for.

One last note, true believers. Tomorrow will see the unveiling of my super mystery photo album extravaganza via my Flickr account (assuming i have the internet still). I haven't decided how many images will be included in the album, but I'm thinking maybe 10 or 15. I have more to chose from that would be appropriate, but don't want to go bananas. For those of you keeping score, I've now taken 984 images (admittedly some of those are work related and I managed to get a few of the floor of the CDC....). Still, you've been warned! When you ask to seem them, expect many!

Mostly Dry Valleys

Today sucked. The hot water drill was almost a joke. The guy shipped it with used pipes and hoses, and some sort of soap in it somewhere. Thankfully we shot it into a bucket on the first run, or the clean up would have been horrendous. The burner wouldn't work, so it was a cold water drill, which simply isn't effective. The weather was terrible today. Grey and windy, cold again. The meltwater at the lake edge is thoroughly refrozen.

And, to top it off, it's snowing in the driest place on Earth. Chances are we won't get our flight tomorrow due to weather, and they don't fly on Sundays, so we won't have our cables and cutters until Monday, which means our Monday move becomes a Tuesday move, our Tuesday a Wednesday, and our Wednesday a Thursday. Hopefully we're not delayed too much more...

Life During Wartime

We've scored a decisive, and potentially final, victory in the war against the Generators today. It is a great day indeed. Unfortunately, on the heels of this spectacular win in glorious battle comes a sudden uprising among the plebeians of the Hotsy region in the Eastern district, aided by their allies the sand grains, in the form of a stuck hose. To add insult to injury, in replacing the hose Meda took a stream of (thankfully not hot or he'd probably be blind) glycol to the face. We quelled this rebellion quickly, but are wary of scattered bands of resistance that may come up when we send a delegation to the barony of Brancker hole. Tension is high.

That much aside, the day was alright I guess. We got the first UW PAR (under water photosynthetically active radiation) replacement logging. We should be done with Jiffy drills, as the lake level measurement has been completed. This is good news for my neck and shoulder. The hot water drill is in today, and we've got to play with it to see how it works. If it does its job, this will be the first step in permanently replacing all Jiffy drills on Ice. Yay us. I made June's Chicken for dinner, which was tasty, sad, and nostalgically pleasant all at once. There's been no time for hiking lately, but I'm hopeful for the weekend. There are two places I'd like to get to before we move on. One of them (is not crucial but) would be helpful to the mystery photo album extravaganza which I'm sure you're all (chirp, chirp) anticipating (read: have completely forgotten about) greatly by now. And at this point it would be good to remember that it's 1:30, and sometimes it's good to sleep.

By the by, the Blood Falls pics finally made it up. They're pretty damn neat.

Blood Falls and The Door to Nowhere

Today we finished the ablation stake survey on the West Lobe, and once again took up arms against the vile nation of Generators. No clear victory was decided, with a win and a loss on both sides. The weather sucked today (clouds, wind, cold) and because of that and my being tired and in a generally terrible mood these past few days, I was pretty cold. Still, there was some salvage of the afternoon.

Today we went to Blood Falls (which is conveniently near one of our ablation stakes). Blood Falls is a section of Taylor Glacier that is very aptly named (see Flickr.com [search for jpwarnock] a few minutes after I finish this). It's an entirely geologic phenomenon (I can explain if you really care); biology has nothing to do with the color. Some people say it is the most interesting looking place on the continent. I'm not sure that I'd go that far, but it was pretty damn cool. Following our viewing of the Falls, we spent some time with one of the other science groups out here, who make their camp there. They're cutting (with chainsaws, dear god!) into Taylor Glacier. They've cut a tunnel, sevenish feet tall, three feet across, and some 20ish meters into the glacier. Then the started cutting down, to the glacier bed. They're looking for bacteria living in the ice. These organisms are especially prevalent near sediment, but do exist throughout. Seeing the entrance to their site (I couldn't go in the tunnel because a stream has flooded their entrance, just a day after they finished. Lucky boys.) is quite bizarre. It's like there's a door going into the glacier. Just a big, dark, rectangular hole in the ice, not a site I'm likely to see again (it will take about a year for the glacier to heal itself. all things considered, I think that's damn quick). I think in my own right I've spent a fair amount of time down the rabbit hole and through the looking glass, but this is something altogether different.

Ventifact Garden

We finished another drill hole today, and got a third as close to done as we can until we have an available melter. I took a ride by myself to fill the Hotsy that we do have running, and the view was spectacular. All of the little ice peaks, like frozen waves, caught the golden sunlight in a million places. But here a thousand blue, and here a thousand red and every other color you could need pulled from light split by ice.

It was a pretty productive day, but as the day wore on, things fell apart. Our generator on the East Lobe is broken, as is our Hotsy, and now the Limno generator is down too. The ATV is allegedly having problems, but I am skeptical. So for every success, a setback. Still, work got done, and tomorrow will be the ablation stakes, which will be a nice trip around the East and West Lobes.

Deciding to retreat after dinner before something else broke, I headed up hill. The mountain behind Bonney camp is exposed bedrock at the top, and I wanted to have a look. It's also one of the better spots to find ventifacts around here. The things were quite massive, some rocks more than fifteen feet tall and five feet thick sitting in place all carved with holes and tunnels and spires and groves and pits. By the time i hit the top of the hill, I was actually getting frustrated that there were so many I wanted to look at. At this point I'm pretty ready for bed, so it's off to the tent again.

Bonney

Well, we've flown in to Lake Bonney today. It was a nice flight with some good views. We flew later than we were scheduled to, but it wasn't so bad. We got one hole drilled today, but it took longer than it should have, on account of the film crew. We were filmed by a BBC documentary group. They filmed us drilling the hole in it's entirety, plus the underwater camera going in and measuring the ice thickness. He had me give a spiel about why we research here, which hopefully won't anger Peter. Anyways, I'll almost certainly be on TV in England, and might even have a speaking part. And I've officially been directed. It was fun, I just hope I don't get in trouble... We were going to do the second hole tonight, but Meda opted to wait. So, we'll do it tomorrow morning. Time to see how the new tent feels. 'night.

Turkey Lurkey Time

Ok, so maybe the song references Christmas, but (ten points if you can ID the source sans search engine)... Well, it was a pretty good one. We are still stuck at Lake Fryxell due to weather, so the hike to Lake Hoare was shorter. The spread was great; no one went hungry and there was a pretty good holiday variety. We had a crowd of something like 21, which is less than usual, actually. Still, it was a damn good time. There were many photos taken, but I'm not sure how many are going to be posted. I learned a new game (the wounds /shouldn't/ scar), table traverse, which will have to be practiced at home. Due to weather, there was no flight home, so it's rather later than it should be. Good night all. If we don't fly tomorrow, there may be violence.

Chapter 28, In which many lessons are learned.

Amoung them: if you leave the cheese to thaw on the propane heater for two episodes of X-men (~40min) while you're trying to figure out what's wrong the the sonar, you will end up with a zip-top bag full of melted cheese, even if it started frozen.
:the slime attached to Brancker buoys when you pull them out of a frozen lake smells very, very bad.
:that ridge, the one over east, in the direction of the ocean, the one you can only see sky over, is neither the farthest nor the highest ridge.
:stream team boys who are working late at F6, but have to pee, will not bother getting dressed for their trip to the barrel, but will rather run very fast in a t-shirt and gym shorts.
:INXS, through Jethro Tull, to Jimmy Eat World seems to take about three hours, when one's coworker does not decided to push stop when one leaves.
:a simple picture will often brighten one's day, even when there is 24 hour daylight.

Feet on the Ground, Head in the Sky

Well, it's almost 1 in the morning, so it's bed time. I just got in from a nice hike. I decided to go to the top of a mountain, behind camp. I'll post some pictures tomorrow (although there are new ones today. I hope you're not all bored of them...). Anyways, it was just awesome. By the time I hit the top I could see all of Lake Fryxell and the ocean. If it hadn't been for a few clouds, I might have even seen McTown. Many of the rocks up there are wind sculpted (they never do get the face right), and quite pretty to look at. I think that this may be the highest I've ever climbed, or at least the greatest elevation change that didn't involve a vehicle. I was high enough that I could see over some of the mountain glaciers into the next valley south. I couldn't see the next valley north (as I had been hoping) due to some ice in the way.... I'll be there eventually anyways. Well, I'm beat and we work on Sundays. Later.

Chip chop

Well, that's two sonars taken care of. But since something was working... The surface PAR (photosynthetically active radiation) sensor is broken. Actually, one of the wires cracked. But it's not our fault! Yay! We've patched it up so that it's working, but a good strong wind will probably mess it up again. So we have to replace it, as soon as they can fly a new one in to us. That should be today. After that, we have to tie down the cut wires of the Brancker. I got to chip out the ice hole so that we could get to it last night. It didn't take all that long, thankfully we did it this way instead of waiting for chainsaws. Still, a good three foot square hole in the ice takes some effort. Maybe I'll pick up ice-chipper as a weapon proficiency. It's probably too heavy to be useful. Ah well. Today we're just waiting for this sensor, then we're out to finish some things up.

Snip Snap

The weather was great today, full sun, a few lazy clouds, and hovering around 20F. I took a long walk to the 'Tourist Zone.' This is the only place on the continent open to tourists. The only way to get there is on a cruise boat equipped with helicopters. Should you take one of these cruises, you will have the pleasure of walking around a couple hundred foot square patch of hills in the Dry Valleys. The average price of one of these cruises is $30,000/person. Any takers? Right. So this is the only place on the continent (with the exception of the McMurdo greenhouse) where plants grow. Moss, specifically, and grow is pretty generous. Still, it's there. None of it is brave enough to be green, but some of it is a good-old-college-try shade of yellow. The hills are pretty there. Many of the rocks are wind sculpted, although not as much so as in other places. The rocks are pretty, and you're pretty close to the glacier. It overlooks Fryxell. Anyways, it was a nice way to kill a few hours this afternoon while the hotsy melted and the coms guys worked on getting the phone up and active.

After I got back we went to drill our last hole here. In the course of drilling, we managed to cut the damn cables we were trying to free. So, either we spend a few extra days at Fryxell pulling the thing (an underwater temperature sensor) out without just sending it to the bottom of the lake, or Peter deals with it later. Maybe he'll dive for it. We were both pretty impressed that we cut the cable. The drill edge was at least six inches away from it. The continent is accident prone. :( Well, it's almost midnight and we have an early morning tomorrow. JabberWocky over and out.

Good news/Bad news

The sonar points up, towards the ice/water interface in order to determine how/when/how fast ice moves up and new ice is added to the bottom.

Well, the good news is they fixed the internet. So it'll be working for a while, now. Also, no yetti attacks.

The bad news is that we had a hell of a day drilling. Our lake level hole was too close to shore, although I don't know how it could have been. So, after drilling three meters of ice, we hit the sandy bottom. Two drill blades were sacrificed (read: obliterated beyond recognition) in deciding that this was the bottom, and not just a sand pocket in the ice. After that we had to move to a new possition, which it looked like was going to be a loss until water sprang out at the last minute. So, a one hour job took all day. I was going to go hike around Fryxell basin for a bit, but now I don't know if I have the energy. Also, ice goblins have decided that this would be a great place to put lots of happy foot traps which cause one or your feet to suddenly be six inches below the other.

And our base radio is out of whack, so we only have the hand radios. That means that if we want to contact McMurdo (for our daily required check in, as an example) we get to walk up the hill and hold our hand helds really high and hope we get through. And the day started out so well....

Sonar Success; Scheduled Relocation

Well, the sonar is finally in. All it took was an emergency fly in of steel cable, ferrels, clamps, cutters... So it's installed, and seems to be working. It was cold today, and cloudy. Still, the sand is starting to sink into the ice noticably. It won't be long before the streams are flowing.

And we're packing. Tomorrow we will fly to Lake Fryxell. Fryxell is just over Canada Glacier from Hoare, actually the two would be lake Froare if it wasn't for the glacier. So we won't be going far, but it will be a completely different view. It will just be Meda and I there, too. That means we'll be doing the cooking now and such. So far this season, Fryxell station has been without internet. While Coms is working on that, there's a pretty good chance I'll have no net for a week or so. That means I'm probably signing off for now...

A Light Climb

Well, it's Sunday, and generally there is no work on Sunday. That usually doesn't apply to the science groups, but we were a head of schedule, so I went with the glacier team to get to the top of Suess Glacier. I didn't get to the actually top, but got to climb around a little. Suess isn't really a good choice for a first time, there are ice walls to climb and crevasses around the edges. So I played around on the sides, learning how to climb up ice walls and such. Also, the crampons I was using were not so good, so I couldn't do as much as I would have liked. Still, it was a fun day. Tomorrow we have to pull the buoy back out of the water and give it more line and re-attempt the sonar that way. Joy. So much for a lazy Monday. Here's hopin' it works.

Scoured Clean, Take Two

Alright. This site is acting pretty wonky. Or maybe it's my connection. Either way, I seem to be having issues, hence, nothing last night. Anyways, we had a productive day yesterday. We got a new hole drilled, expanded the buoy hole enough to be useful, to some data downloaded from one of the stations, and packed a few things for the next lake. We'll helo to Fryxell on Tuesday.

After dinner I walked to the other end of Lake Hoare. It was a bit more than an hour to get there. With the snow finally blown away, the lake is completely different. You've never seen so many shades of blue. And there are so many patters of bubbles in the ice, too. Some are like feathers, or pancakes, or strings coming straight up, or crazy curvy brain patterns. I did some sample collection, too. That was a relief, to have it started. I'll get some more pictures up (if the internet will let me), before we go back to work.

The Wind and the Rain

Wind last night. Soooooo much wind. There were gusts that would not only lift the rain fly on the tent, but lift the base of the tent and my head with it. Yeesh. The lake looks totally different, scoured free of snow.

Well, after a bit of magic we had generators again. We just warmed the damn things. I could understand that helping, except that the first day we used them, it was -30. Today it was -5. . . That's bunches and bunches warmer already. Once again, what use is a single data point? So, we had some success today. We got some drilling done, and some surveying. We're still behind, but it shouldn't be much of an issue. I'm much to tired to go walking around, plus my new homework just got posted. I'm sure I'll learn plenty being this tired and... right. So I guess it's a short one today. G'night.

Equipment Failure, Day Two

Well, still no generators, so we had to do something else. There are some markers to survey, so that was our job today. It was fun walking around a lot, but was on and off very cold. Each time we found the marker there was about twenty minutes of standing with the precision GPS talked to the satellites. But we found a broken PVC pipe with a bit of cloth wrapped around the end, and a bamboo pole with a flag on it that had fallen down. So, a few bungee cords later, I got to play Don Quixote with the ATV. If the winds and clouds are still bad tomorrow, we won't get the new generator, and we'll be sitting around doing nothing until we do. No new pics tonight, connection's bad and I'm exhausted. However, if you're counting, I've taken 345 of them now. :P

It's Impossible not to Role Play Here

A few things first:

Mom: Only you, Matt, and Brian have the link. I was pretty lazy. Also, speaking of ice fantasy, funny you should mention (i had the idea before i read your post, i promise)...

Right. Spent 8 hours trying to get two generators to work today to no avail. /Very/ frustrating.

Read the below as if it was being narrated to you, out loud, if you must. That will make the repetition bearable.

Right. Impossible, you say? Well, when you're not working, or swearing at machines; if you're alone, or enjoying yourself, or driving the ATV (read: snow speeder), then yes, impossible. So, picture, if you will, a character, very much like yourself.....


You are alone and walking. It's quite cold; you know that. The ice, a few hundred feet high and just to your right, is happy to remind you. Still, you are hot; you strip. The fleece is gone. You walk. The down coat is replaced with the flimsy windbreaker. The hills go up, even when they slope downward. The glove liners and scarf go both at once.
You're walking alone, but can't think of a reason why you should be alone. Who would come to this place with no one else? What could possibly bring a lone soul here? What quest, what task, what journey, divine or mundane, would convince an individual to do this? Yet, the fact remains, you are quite alone. So, there must be companions. The reasons for their lack shove at each other, begging for purchase in your mind as you do in the sand and snow. Did you leave them behind because they had other things to do? Is your reason for leaving so personal that they had to be left? Is the journey so dangerous that you couldn't risk more than one? Or, maybe they have already been taken down by this place, dead or crippled.
You're thoughts break. There are tracks ahead, yours two days old. There are two long gouges in the snow where you fell, feet sliding. A single hand print is above them; a Passata di Soto if you will.
You continue to the top of a ridge, panting. A rock, the size of a Volkswagon provides a seat. For a moment, the comparison seperates your self from your Self. The only sound, as you stop, is the sound of you stopping. Having paused fully, the silence becomes full.
Walking again, only a few steps, you slip. You are no longer on the footpath, you realize. Righting yourself, you continue only to slip again. The Count di Soto is not there for you this time. Instinct puts a foot beneath you, the slide is short. Looking around, you realize that the rock you paused at this time is the rock you stopped at last time. You are no longer on familiar ground. The path, however, reveals itself below you.
Going down to meet it, you are at the ice again. This close, you can see that the columns and cracks look like ribs. You know the ice is old, very old. But from here, you know the ice is alive. You have to stop and take a picture. This time, the technology does not shatter the illusion. There are many Roles to Play. Walking, again, of course, up, the snow breaks beneath you. It is a reminder that there is a grave, of sorts, not far from here. Does the snow crunch, or are you cracking ribs.
Looking up, you see the Flag. The one that marks the path. It's so easy to do that, here, to get lost in yourself, lost in that over there, or this over here. Every time you turn your head, you are struck by a revelation of sight. The flag, so close, and it's twin. But your panting is loud enough to catch your attention. Just go to the flags, then stop. A half second's hesitation. Just go to the flags. Your knees, now, are as 'loud' as your breath. A second's hesitation, just go to the flags. You reach them, finally, and sit. Now it's the hat and the gloves that go. You know, having reached the flags, that the hills will no longer go up, even when they go down. Now they will simply go up.



So, I went on a hike today....

Drills

Today we played with the drills. And the dull blades. And the burnt spark plugs. And the pockets of impossible to move sand. And the stop your drill so that you can only get 20 seconds of drill time between start ups rocks. Damn. We finished one hole, and started a second. We have to go back out after dinner to refill the generator. I'd like to finish the second hole, but my everything hurts and I don't think I have the arms for it anymore. And either way, Meda looks just this side of dead.


Aside from that, it was a very pretty day. Fairly warm (we almost hit freezing) for a while. Amazingly windy in the morning, but calming for the most part the rest of the day. I got some more pics, which I have to review yet, but at least some of them must be good. It's even more amazing being among all of the windblown ice sculpture than it is being aside it.

I only took a short hike today. Some pictures from that will follow, but only after I've done a few more things. . . Maybe I'll go out a bit after the generator. I don't know if I could get comfortable enough to sleep right now in that small bag. I think thats all for now.

Ice Goblins

Ok, I'm exhausted and it's midnight and so I am going to be brief. Also, comments are sort of declining both in number and variety of commenters, which is disheartening. I shouldn't worry about it, I know. Anyways, the surface of Lake Hoare is very, very, very uneven. There are all sorts of spires and bridges and tunnels and such. They're like ice goblins, or maybe ice goblin houses. The sunlight catches them and creates a million colors. I'll get some pictures up tomorrow; I don't have the energy now. Drilling tomorrow. :(

Terra Nova

We are officially at the continent, stationed at Lake Hoare. We'll be here for probably 10ish days, and then off to other lakes. It's colder here than it should be (-22F), but should be warming soon. The helo flight was quite a bit of fun. The views were great; many pictures taken. I'll be putting some up, probably similar to those you've been expecting.

In other news, Ann Curry from the Today Show is here. She's quite a bitch (forgive me, but it's true), and neither her nor her film crew care about the people or science that is happening here. They just want a story, and expect the station to stop and start on their whim. I spend about two hours with her today (her flight was just before mine, and there's quite a bit of prep, then she was at LH with Meda and I), and she never once asked what I (or Meda, for that matter) was there for. The entire crew was just trying to figure out how quickly they could finish. When the were interviewing someone, the sound and camera guys would turn away to catch a passing helo or plane. However, if you are interested in seeing the show (I can't imagine I'll be in it, despite running into her a few times over the past few days, and being in the Valleys with them today) the information is provided below.

Greetings from Antarctica.

The broadcast schedule follows:



Today Show Day 1: Nov 5-6, 11pm - 3:15am McMurdo Time// //Nov 5, 5am -
9:15am Eastern// // Nov 5, 3am - 7:15am Mountain
Today Show Day 2: Nov 6-7, 11pm - 3:15am McMurdo Time// //Nov 6, 5am -
9:15am Eastern// // Nov 6, 3am - 7:15am Mountain
NBC Nightly News: Nov 7, 12:15pm - 1:00pm McMurdo Time// //Nov 6, 6:15pm
- 7:00pm Eastern// // Nov 6, 4:15pm - 5:00pm Mountain

Final Preps

Once again, thanks to Dad. This time inre: installing the hot tub. Today was fitting together a whole mess of copper pipe and rubber tubing with valves and gauges for a crazy water/gas sampler. I'm not even going to use it, but Peter needs it when he gets here. I got pretty friendly with the people in the materials shop, since most of the parts we had were wrong. They were all jealous that I'm taking a helo out to the Valleys tomorrow. Hopefully there are no delays, and we get to leave on schedule. I will still have internet (there's homework to turn in after all >/) but will almost certainly be online less often. Until then, it's 5:30 here, so almost dinner time.

Snow School

I'm definately glad to be done with that. The first day was fine, we were constantly in motion, so we were pretty warm. Even my fingers would warm up as long as we were working. We had to set up a few different types of tent, build snow walls and trenches, and a quinzee, which is pretty much an igloo. I got to sleep in the quinzee, mostly because I spent a few hours digging the tunnel to get in. The tunnel has to go down so that it isn't a source of cold air and such. Our tunnel went about four feet into the snow. The hut itself would probably have supported 4 people, but we didn't fill it. In the end it's pretty much a beaver lodge made out of snow. A whole mess of people wanted to try sleeping in snow trenches, which sounds like a god awful bad idea to me. The second day was cold. We weren't always moving, and my gloves (all three pairs. . .) were pretty moist. We had to do an emergency crash simulation, which was silly, because it's hard to pretend that it's a snowstorm. Still it was worth a bit of a warm up. And we had to fake snowblindness, which meant putting white buckets on our heads and walking around. Some of it was fun, though. The snow is denser there than anywhere else on the planet. You can cut and quarry it with a saw as if it were stone. Today is packing and getting food for the trip. I have a feeling I'll be doing a fair bit of the cooking, but I'm pretty used to that (nudge). Anyways, time to get some crates packed. I'm going to try to throw a few pics up on flickr, but it's having issues loading. . .

Toys!

Went through all of the field equipment today. There's quite a bit of it there. We've got to have pretty much a full workshop's repair tools in case something goes down in the field, and then there's the tents and sleeping bags and such. Otherwise I'm just trying to keep up. I've had to put a lot of time into my website to get it ready before we helo to the field (at which point we will actually be on the Southern Continent. Right now we're actually on Ross Island, just offshore), and we've had more classes. Today was radio and heavy equipment (ice drills, generators, ATV, etc). It's a good thing I've had some chainsaw experience, or I would be totally lost on two-stroke engine use. The ATV's are kinda scary, but I guess I'll figure it out. We can actually only use them on the lake ice. They rip up the ground too much to allow them onto any sand or soil. I'll try to throw up some pictures of the mountains tonight. Cheers.

Pics

New pics up, mostly New Zealand. The good part of posting pictures online is that I can realize when I've not taken any good pictures of, say, anything where I am.

Like Humans Do

I know I shouldn't be surprised, and I suppose really I'm not. I mean, there are only so many of us. But it really is something to cross the world, flying to the middle (bottom?) of nowhere, and run into people you know. Hell, I knew they would be here. Still, it was nice to run into a good portion of the NIU diatom crew, and some old confernce friends. Good to chat and catch up. Nice to have friendly faces here in Oz. Things seem to be perking up. Time for homework :( and sleep :).

Workin'

It's a little less stressful having gotten some sleep and gotten some things set up. The way it's looking, I'll be flying out to the valleys saturday, which will be friday for all y'all. I've got so many classes to take. Everyone has to do a driving class, radio class, environmental class, and lab class. Then there's Snow School, and overnight in snow tents, survival training, ect. Too bad after we deploy we'll be in the driest place on Earth. It's the thought that counts, I guess. Otherwise, it's equipment gathering for a few days, weighing crates and packing. Time to learn to drive. Cheers.

McMurdo

We're here. The final flight was fairly uneventful, and very smooth. I've got more equipment than all get out, which I guess is good. It's very pretty here, and the weather is clear. I've taken lots of pictures, but it'll be a day or so before any more of them get online. Peter just told me he wants me to effectively redo the website I put together, and that he expects I'll have time to do it here, so... I'll be pretty busy. Anyways, I'm here alright, and it is in fact fairly cold. More tomorrow, I'm sure.

Christchurch

The city's nice. It's a small place, but still with architecture and businesses like a city. The population is helpful, although most of them seem to be intimidated by my enormous Servo/Croatian counterpart. We're heading off to get equipment soon; tomorrow we'll be on ice. I'm 18 hours ahead of Chicago time, by the way. The flights were ok, if cramped. I didn't sleep much, because the turbulence woke me. And I got to watch Harry Potter. I wasn't a big fan. . . I'm going to try to get a couple of pictures up on the flickr, so there should be a few more things there. later.

Does anyone know the lyrics to "Rocket Man?"

Time to go. I'm heading out of my office and on to O'Hare in minutes. Hopefully I'll have an internet connection, at least breifly, in Christchurch. Thanks for all of the well-wishes and phone calls. In any case, I'm running a bit low on sleep, so I'm sort of at a loss. I don't think it's really hit me yet just what it is that I'm doing. I'll see you all soon.

Thursday, 10/18/7: Explanation

Alright, here you go. I will go ahead and assume from the get-go that I won't be posting here on a daily basis. Regardless, this will serve as my main source of communication while I am away. If you'd like to see where I am, go download Google Earth. Search for McMurdo Station. This will show you where I am for the first few days. Next, search for Lake Fryxell. This will show you where I will be for the rest of the trip. Starting downvalley, and moving away from the water as time goes on, then, jumping to the beginning and starting again. If you just copy and paste this: http://www.flickr.com/search/?w=15429159%40N04&q=diadesmis&m=tags you should end up in my flickr. Then you can just click on my name and it will bring you to my main page.