A hundred miles north of the King George Island on our homeward run there’s no question that we’re back in the Drake. The deck is pitching enough to make walking […]

Christopher surveys the first plate I was just finishing up dinner, dipping the last of my southern-style chicken tenders into what was left of my bowl of tomato soup when […]

At Pole, the period beginning the middle of January was called The Season of Pain. Summer folks had been on station for close to three months, and were smelling the […]

Last night (or mid-afternoon, for folks on a diurnal schedule), we turned the corner at station 2-14, just past the tip of Graham Land, at the western entrance to the […]

Somewhere beyond the sound of splintering ice and the streetcar traffic in San Diego, there’s a noise, burrowing into my head. It’s sweet and melodious, like a harp gently played, […]

So, international regulations require that we practice for emergencies, with things like fire drills every two weeks and an abandon ship drill at least once a month. Captain Sebastian likes […]

We’re stationed about five miles off of Elephant Island, somewhere to the south of us, lost in the fog. The island is lost in the fog, that is, we know […]

Hey – sorry about the radio silence. Once I dipped my toe into coding, the requests for what needed to be done came flying in, and I’ve had my head […]

Okay, you’re going to have to forgive me on this – I’m just kind of speechless here. No fancy commentary or anything, just some photos of what it looked like […]

Somewhere off to starboard in the darkness lies King George Bay. When I let my eyes adjust to the night, I can make out a pale ghost of the island, […]