Little Piece of Paradise

My name appeared on the list today. I was surprised. No one had told me they were sending a package and yet there it was, in black and white. So I went to get it trying to guess who it was from, and needless to say I was way off. When your at the bottom of the world, in the coldest, driest place on earth what do you do when you get a little piece of paradise? You smile, you giggle, and laugh. The cardboard box came all the way from Hawaii, filled with wonderful trinkets that made me smile and sadly brag a moment to friends. Thank you to those special people who took the time and care to pack it. Although I think the New Zealanders were jealous it came from another island because they tore open half the box doing a customs check and had to fix it with loads of tape. I think they were looking for the chocolate macadamia nuts really, but that's just my guess.

Can I just say the bright colors really brought a breath of tropical air to the darker colors down here and I have scattered all the pieces around my corner of the room. I especially am excited about the kites in the tins. I can't wait to fly them. Since there is wind all the time, any day will be good. But I have learned there are only two areas allowed for such daredevil activities and that is news to me. On such a desolate place, there are kit flying restrictions? Thanks again for the wonderful package it has done wonders to brighten my day and my room.

Thanksgiving on Ice

Pumpkin cheesecake

Well we all know that Thanksgiving is always on a Thursday, but here at the South Pole we celebrated on Saturday. The community had a two day weekend, and the dinning hall was all decked out for the occasion. Now being that food is always an abundance down here and we are more likely to die of obesity then the cold, your choices for the holiday meal ranged from baked turkey, roasted turkey, crab lakes, three veggies, two vegetarian dishes, bread rolls, biscuits, cheese platters, patti, vegetable platter, salad, and 8 different types of dessert. We all were present to make sure the celebration when off without a hitch and some dressed up for the festivities.

Part of the Gang

Amanda

Bryan

This is the whole Mid-Rat Crew

Starting from left me, Linda (Head Cook), Baker Dan, Gracie, Leon (cook), Amanda, Sous Cook Dave, Muggzz (holding a hand-drawn sketch of those two members missing in action, Megan - Sick, Gemma (baker) - MIA) Kelsey, Bryan, Dan (cook)

The feast, for it was not a meal, but something grander, lasted for two hours and we all got to join in together once everyone had settled down. The food, oh the food, was far to good, and far too much.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone back home. I miss you! Love, Hugs and God Bless!

Here are some very delicious photos of my Thanksgiving in Antarctica.

Pastry Skuas

Bread in a Box - we don't do things the ordinary way

Dave was not impressed, he wanted his rolls warm. Can't have everything Dave!

Stuffed Peppers

Crab Legs as long as your arm. Where were those crabs from?

Dessert Table and view of the Dining Hall (Galley)

Dan doing the honors

Let us eat and be thankful

First Guided Tour - Pressure Ridge

So I got to lead my first Pressure Ridge Tour today. I was so nervous, all the possible worst case scenarios running through my head. I was up early with a racing heart wondering about falling through cracks, following the flags, dropping the radio. How the mind fixates on things. Like how something can go wrong in one situation twenty different ways and being so kind as to show you visually what it would be like.

Needless to say I was keyed up when my little group of six showed up. Thank goodness, fewer bodies then the allowed ten, to lose down a cravas. Armed with my handy ice ax, chest radio and throw bag, we boarded the shuttle and rode over to the start of the trail. Okay I told myself, just look around, follow the flags and don't let anyone die. It shouldn't be that hard. After a quick radio check, and putting stabilizers on, we headed out, with me as the lead and guide. My group was a mixture of people, all excited to be out, and all wanting to have a good time so that helped me relaxed. No wise guy wanting to pull pranks, or tripping hazard girl.

Strolling through, you can't help but thank God for his amazing artistic taste in the creation of his world. Every time I walk through the ridges, things have changed, shifted, and it always looks a little different.

Stopping for appropriate photos shots, we reached the seal bluffs. Cameras clicked like automatic machine guns, capturing every raised breath and flipper flinch.

Being a guide is different than being a tourist and sometimes it is just fun seeing things from that side. Thankfully the tour went well, no one died, drowned or even got wet. The seals were active and everyone got great photos. All in all a success.

Ice Cave

I've never waited in line for a concert, or even a Black Friday sale, but today I did. Since the Ice is melting rapidly, they are stopping most out going tours at the end of the week; but there was still one I had not been on - the Ice Cave. I'd heard it was small but worth seeing, except it always went during the week and there was no guarantee I'd be back before 10pm to start my shift. One trip did not get back till 12 midnight, while others barely came in under the wire. We are already running a small crew so I didn't want to make it any harder on them with me being late. I debated, discussed, and worried until finally I said "Do it."

First I had to get on the list, so at 4:30am (my time - pm normal time) I got in line. I was the first one there and I felt a little ridiculous but you never can judge how soon people will show up. Individuals walking by would ask what I was waiting for; I'd tell them, and then they'd ask what time the sign ups were - 6am (pm normal time). Some seemed surprised, while others just nodded, but all wished me luck and joked that I was pretty much going. Oh to add to the difficulty of getting on a list, you can sign up a friend. If there are twenty slots and you are the eleventh person in line, you might not be a primary.

So for the first time in my life, I waited in a "concert" line to get a "ticket" to the event. I have to admit I did take a little pride at being first, but just as quickly as I signed up I went back to bed. While waiting in line I met a wonderfully friendly girl named Geowoona from South Korea (yes Mary we talked all about Boys before Flowers and I even surprised her with Comsameda ("thank you" in Korean)) along with a French guy named Ludo. Both are scientists working out at LDB (Long Duration Balloons Station) and we chatted while waiting. Both were sensationally friendly and instead of reading my book as planned, we talked, laughed and bonded.

When we started out the next night for the trip, we made up a trio, and I got Kyle (our Delta Driver) to let us ride up front - Geowoona and I (Ludo rode up front on the way back). So off we set, two Deltas in tow with our Challenger bringing up the rear (they come along in case we get stuck - they can pull us out). Bumping up front, we spotted a seal on the side of the road who lazily watched us drive by while we pointed and waved. Geowoona had no idea that Erebus was a Volcano so both Kyle and I shared what we knew about it as she took pictures.

Kyle - Our Driver

Gowoo Na

The Challenger (Antarctic Tow Truck) right, Rooster "driver" left

The Ice Road - getting slushy now that the ice is melting

Before you reach the Ice Caves, you'll notice a trail of flags that look like acupuncture needles in the side of a white mound. They actually mark the trail to the cave and as we got closer you could feel the excitement level rise. Getting out and getting bundled up, the sun was hidden behind the clouds, the first six set off to get a view while we waited around and struggled with getting our stabilizers on.

Once set and good to go, we followed and waited at the mouth of the entrance for our turn while snapping photos and joking.

Part of the Ice Cave Crew

Skuas find you no matter where you are

Everyone waiting to go to the Ice Cave

Flags to the Entrance

Waiting to Go in at the Mouth

Ludo

Gowoon Na

Mouth of the Cave

Ice Beam

Last look before going in

From outside you could get a hint of what it was like inside, but once there, it was like nothing you imagined. Immediately the wind died down, the world fell into a hollow silence. Small ice diamonds and crystals jetted out in all directions, sparkling like jewels and so fragile, even to breath on them you felt would destroy them. Piece upon piece of ice crystals rested upon each other, sticking out in all directions, dangling on for dear life, glittering like fairy dust. Farther and farther back the cave stretched until it dropped down into a narrow single step path walled on either side by ice whales. Large mounds of ice that were slick to the touch and riding them down to the bottom you could look up into the blues of the Antarctic and see more ice formation as you feel the slight echo of those who have journeyed in with you. Like small children we "oh" and "ahhed", pointing and talking in hushed tones, all the while snapping so quickly you would have thought it was melting away.

Too soon we heard the call to come out, and like toddlers who don't want to leave, we drug our feet, knowing that yes there were others waiting, but but but . . . .

It was not what I expected, but so much more. All these amazing sites I wish you could just stay and absorb them, but maybe thats what makes them more special. Knowing this may be the only time there there, and you get to see them. So exiting out into the colder dark skies and wind, we rode back and thanks to Kyle's great driving I was back on Station at 9:30pm. No need to worry when he gets behind the wheel.