Sorry it's been a while since the last post. Not much has been going on here besides the usual work and surveys.
However, this week was Thanksgiving. Thursday night, we ate at camp and had a nice dinner of salmon, halibut, steak, corn, asparagus, cheesy bread, and pumpkin pie. Not a bad meal for 2 Coleman stoves and a Coleman oven. I wish I had pictures from camp, but I have gotten them from Steen yet. We even had our turkey decorations and our glass ice skating penguin centerpiece. Then we came into town Friday night because Sascha and I were planning on running in the 5k Turkey Trot. So after a late Friday night (we got to bed at about 4 am), we got up at 8:30 on Saturday to go run. I was running 3 miles before I left, but that was a few months ago and in the warm weather. I checked out the weather before we left and it said that it was 28 degrees, but when we got outside, we realized that there was about a 10-15 mph wind and we needed another layer of clothes. I didn't do too bad for running on snow and ice and finished in about 35 minutes.
That afternoon, we had thanksgiving dinner. They really fix up the galley for this with linens on the table and everything. There was turkey, mashed potatoes, and dressing, of course, but we also had green bean casserole, homemade rolls, salad and fresh vegetables (a luxury down here), and a big dessert table with cream puffs, chocolate cake and chocolate cream pie. Definitely a pretty good meal for Antarctica standards.
That's about it. We have today off, so I will probably just lunge around and watch movies all day, then back to camp tonight. We're winding down with the field work and only have 2 more surveys to do. It's going to be nice to get back to trees, warmer weather, and the comforts of home. It's definitely an amazing place down here, but it will be nice to get home.
So a couple of nights ago, we were all sitting in the kitchen hut after dinner and had just pulled out the freshly baked cookies (thanks Jen) when there was a knock on the door. Isn't it funny how visitors come at the most opportune times? Anyway, it was a couple of the guys that are doing some fish research down here, and they stopped by to ask us if we wanted to go fishing with them. After some hot chocolate and cookies, we went and suited up for a snowmobile ride. Luckily, the fish hut was only about a 5 minute ride from camp. Of course, as soon as we open the door there's a seal using our hole. This wasn't promising, since the fish we were after is the main prey for Weddell seals. But we fished anyway. Now, this was high tech equipment. I was using a Sponge Bob Squarepants rod, while Derek had the Scooby-Doo rod. They get some salt in the reel and don't exactly let out line very well, but when your quarry is about 6 inches long, it doesn't take much. So, our rig consisted of a couple of sinkers at the end of the line, a hook a few inches up with a small chunk of fish and/or a chartreuse grub, then sometimes a glowstick a few inches above that. We would drop it down to the bottom (about 70 ft), then jig it a little, reel it up a few cranks, jig it some more, a few more cranks, so on and so forth until we were back to the surface. So, as I said before, seals equal bad for fishing. We didn't catch what we were going for, but we did catch a few emerald rock cod off the bottom. It wasn't the most rewarding fishing trip, but it was fun. And now I can say I've been fishing in Antarctica.
I thought I'd start a new thing and show the progress of my beard through my time here in Antarctica. It's kind of the thing to do - grow a beard - and a lot of people that don't normally have one will grow one when they come down here. And it helps keep your face warm. So I'll try to find some pics from the last month to show the progression of hairiness.
#1 - Oct 3, 2007 - About to step off the plane into Antarctica for the first time. 2 days old. (Don't mind my fat face, it's all squished in my balaclava - or maybe it's just fat. Either way, don't mind it.)
#2 - Oct 7, 2007 - Random beard picture #1. 6 days old.
#3 - Oct 21, 2007 - Weather day, random beard picture #2. 20 days old.
#4 - Oct 27, 2007 - Halloween Party. 26 days old.
#5 - Nov 6, 2007 - Random beard picture #3. 36 days old.
And by slight breeze, I mean 50 mph sustained winds with gusts around 70 mph.
The day started off pretty normal - clear skies, a slight breeze. Kelly and Steen went on a helicopter flight, while Jen, Derek, and I went out to weigh a few pups and tag some adults (Sascha has been in town for 3 days quarantined with the flu). Well, about 10:30 or so, the wind started to pick up, but it still wasn't too bad - probably around 20 mph. We went back to camp to eat lunch and because Derek, Kelly, and Jen were supposed to go on a flight this afternoon, but Kelly called from town and said that the flight was cancelled and a big storm was coming in. We looked out the window to the south and there was a big wall of blowing snow. The winds had really started to pick up, but we went back out in the field to finish up a few odds and ends (and there was a penguin close to camp, but we got there too late). The ride to Turk's Head was pretty bad and visibility had gotten much worse and winds were around 40 mph. After all that driving, it turns out there were no animals to tag, so we decided to go to another spot. On the ride back, we decided that we should head back to camp.
Back at camp, it took 3 of us to put the cover on one snowmobile. The wind would push us around so that you would have to run in order to not fall down. And if you were on the ice, you would just slide along until you fell down or ran into something. Me - I ran into the pisten bully with my shin. And my sunglasses were blown away by a big gust. I felt them go, turned around, and they were nowhere to be seen. We left for town about 5 minutes later, and Jen joked about them blowing across the road in front of us. Not 10 seconds later, I see them in the road 200 yards from where I lost them, 90 degrees from the direction of the wind. I took my foot off the gas and tried to hit the brakes, so as not to run over them, but there are no brakes in a pisten bully. Luckily, they don't go very far when you don't give them gas. So, my sunglasses are safely back on my head and we're safely in town. I've added a video of all the mayhem, but I don't think it will do it justice. As some reference, hurricane force winds are technically at 74 mph and I know we hit at least 72 mph today.
I finally saw a penguin after being in Antarctica for a month. Yesterday, after eating an early dinner, we drove north on the sea ice to try to get to the sea ice edge and to see the Adelie penguin rookery at Cape Royds. Technically, we're not supposed to use our snowmobiles for anything but work, so we also stopped to look at a few seals along the way. Our first stop was Barne Glacier. You might remember this from my Sea Ice course. Well, yesterday, we actually went up to the glacier and got some pictures and took a little ice off the ground for camp. Nothing like several thousand year old air to add a little something to your drink. Next, was the penguin rookery. We stopped but didn't see anything at first until Kelly pointed out all of the penguins along the top of the rocks. They were all putting on their dances for the females. Every once in a while, a group of 2 or 3 would walk or slide by about 50-100 feet away. But not one...more on that in a little bit. Supposedly the ice edge is just past Cape Royds, and we were expecting to get there and find snow petrels and leopard seals. But no luck. We got to some thinner ice but could still never see the edge. It started to look a little sketchy so we drilled to see how thick the ice was. Turns out it was only about 2 feet thick. If you remember, we need at least 30 inches, so we turned around and headed back. On the way, we stopped again at the rookery, and as we were watching 3 penguins walk by, I looked over and saw one heading straight towards us. I just sat there and watched it as it walked within 5 feet of me like I wasn't even there. Unfortunately, it didn't stop so I only got 1 good picture. And that was about it. Glaciers, penguins, and thin ice. One of Ernest Shackelton's huts is at Cape Royds, but I think we're saving that for another trip.