Crossing the Line
There is an invisible line out there, irrelevant except for purposes of astronomy and bragging rights. The Antarctic Circle lies at 66 33’45.7” south of the Equator and marks the […]
Category Archives: roadtrip
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 […]
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: Aisle 28, Christmas Eve
“The thought comes to him seemingly out of nowhere: this is nothing like Fallujah. But the fact that he has even evoked the comparison frightens him. The fog of […]
The Ends of the Earth
TLDR: ignore the text. Look at the pretty pictures. By yesterday afternoon, I was wiped out. I’d spent the past two days meeting with our farm manager, the Conservation District, […]
Roadtrip!
While this is technically a Roadtrip blog, I’ve gotta say that it’s been woefully short on actual road trips lately. Air trips? Sure. Sea trips? Plenty. But getting out on […]
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 […]
New Story: The Duchess
“No one was willing to say for sure whether Billy Eriksen’s body was in the boat when they set it afire that night. I suppose it’s better that way…
David Pablo Cohn 