Saturday was “Pole T-Day”. A I mentioned before, we normally don’t get Saturday off, so holidays are typically pushed to Saturday to give us a cherished two-day weekend. Thurs and […]

The tourists have arrived.   Yesterday afternoon, trying not to slice my fingers off trimming CD labels with the paper cutters (See? The D-8 drivers and Ice drillers aren’t the […]

Friday morning here, after a restless, disorienting night’s sleep. It’s still Thursday back home, the morning of Thanksgiving Day, but we’re not celebrating until tomorrow, which will be my son […]

[originally was to have been posted yesterday…] There are many things buried here in the Antarctic ice. Secrets, yes, but also mangled tractor parts, bedframes, an Encyclopedia Brittanica, and at […]

Scott had it easy. All he had to contend with was weather, scurvy, crevasses, bad logistics and the hierarchical tyranny of British command. Here? We’ve got to deal with faulty […]

By and large, my Mondays here haven’t felt like the archetypical “Monday”, but today really does. Still holding off a bit of a cold, and haven’t been sleeping well. Brain […]

Sunday – our one day off each week. A day to lie in bed, to kick back. To sleep in. Except that someone in our Jamesway let their alarm go […]

Sound of a Twin Otter warming up its turbines out on the apron. Bob, Andy and the AGO team were supposed to get dropped off at one of the remote […]

The Logistics Arch Ummm, okay. So, my friend Eden over at Fussy pointed folks over this way and suddenly my hit counter has gone through the roof. Which is a […]

Today: Laundry in the station first thing in the morning, planning to exercise and shower after work. Meagan caught me at lunch with that conspiratorial look in her eyes. “Hey, […]