Underway
It always feels a little like that bit in Shakespeare in Love where the theater manager asserts that everything is going to work out. It’s all going to hell, and […]
Category Archives: ship
Aaaaand We’re Back…. Sort of.
Well, that didn’t take long. The groove is back. Up the gangplank, through the main hatch and down the steps. Familiar faces everywhere: Jullie, Tom, Mackenzie and Ken are hanging […]
Three Seasons in One Day
You’d think by now there’d be a pattern to these departures. What, you’re headed to Antarctica again? Yeah. It’ll be my fourth time on the ship; a month-long resupply and […]
New Story: To Say Nothing of the Dog
“Tom, our usual multibeam tech, had broken a leg the week before deployment, falling off a ladder while cleaning his gutters, and the lead Marine Tech landed in quarantine when her little fever turned out to be a lingering case of malaria from that stint in the Gambia. The fact that our new chief scientist conversed with imaginary friends did nothing to settle anyone’s nerves. And all that was before we found out about the dog….” – To Say Nothing of the Dog
Seaside Interlude
When I was a young grad student, first dipping my toes into the chest-thumping battleground of academic conferences, there were two almost entirely disjoint, competing research communities who acknowledged each […]
Safe in the Harbor
The funny thing is that I didn’t even need to set foot on solid ground. Simply feeling the ship snug up against the dock, listening as Rob and Jeremy and […]
Another Day, Another Rogue Robot to Hunt Down…
We were just about through the Drake, about an hour short of where Cabo San Diego would let us cut left and shelter in the lee of Tierra del Fuego […]
I Think We’re Done Here
And just like that, we’re done. With the science, that is, for the most part. I was just coming on shift, around 11:30 p.m., and the zoo crowd was doling […]
The Floggings Will Continue Until Morale Improves
We’ve been in heavy ice for the past few days, back in the Bransfield Strait pushing and bumping and grinding our way from survey station to survey station, trying to […]
A Change in the Weather. And Science!
Of course, the idyllic weather didn’t last. By evening we were back in the Bransfield Strait, heaving our way through pack ice with a wind chill of -47F. Or so […]
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