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sixth archival post…The Boondoggle

Written by Will on . Posted in Global Travel, Travel, Working and Living in Antarctica

“I will light the match this morning so I won’t be alone.”

Pearl Jam – Indifference

A boondoggle is defined locally as any trip off-station. Boondoggles
are highly coveted by the population at McMurdo. We’re all here for a
chance to find the Antarctica that we came here to see.

McMurdo station is on Ross Island. It’s not on the mainland of
Antarctica. When I was presented with the opportunity to go on a
boondoggle to a station located on the mainland, I jumped at it. My
destination was Marble Point, a remote outpost that provides
logistical support for research on the continent. The generator on
the station was down and my job was to get it running again. My
reward for my efforts was an experience so powerfully spiritual that I
fear my words won’t do it justice.

I arrived by helicopter, was greeted by Crunch, the station manager
and briefed on the problems the generator was having. It turned out
to be a relatively simple, albeit time-consuming fix. Long story
short; Will said “Let there be light!” and there was light.

The next day I took full advantage of where I was. I went for a walk.
Shortly after breakfast, I loaded my pockets with various
calorie-laden foods that were available, grabbed a radio and embarked.
I had walked less than 15 minutes when I suddenly felt completely
alone. By alone, I mean it was easy to believe that I was the only
person in the entirety of the universe. The emptiness of Antarctica
enveloped me. I couldn’t see, hear, feel, taste or smell any sign of
any living thing other than myself. This is the kind of emptiness and
loneliness that I had only envisioned in one of my favorite childhood
dreams. The only connection I had to the real world, the only thing
that made this experience real, was the song going through my head;
something by Green Day, “…I walk these lonely streets……I walk
alone……”

The destination was Hogback Hill. I had scouted it out on the map. I
pride myself on my map reading and land navigation skills. One of the
things that I have always preached to Cody is to check the information
on the map to see what units of measurement are being used.
Case-in-point I read the hilltop to be 734 feet high, in reality, it
was 734 meters. I was humbled to think that I was that tired climbing
a 700-foot hill. On my ascent, I noticed that it was so quiet that I
could hear my own heartbeat. I heard it! It sounded like when you
listen to an unborn baby’s heartbeat through a stethoscope. The only
sign of life was my own heartbeat. Lacking any outside validation,
the beat of my heart was the only proof I had that I was alive, that I
even existed in the otherworldly empty vastness that I was now
surrounded by.

I walked along the base of a glacier. The crunching of snow was like
thousands of microscopic caverns collapsing in a thunderous roar under
the weight of my boots. Like the report of a shotgun, the sounds of
the glacier cracking ripped through the flesh of silence. The
cacophony of dripping water sounded like a shower that the earth was
taking. Chaos theory started to make sense to me when I contemplated
the melting glacier before me. The ice towered above me for hundreds
of feet. The heat of the sun was randomly releasing molecules of
water that had been frozen for countless millennia. Some would
evaporate and blow northward to the ocean, others would refreeze only
to be locked again in ice for countless more millennia. I was there
to witness their re-emergence and their random dissemination.
Something senseless made sense. A landscape devoid of life caused me
to feel more alive than ever.

The hike ended eight hours after it had started. I arrived safely
back at the station. Tired, yet somehow refreshed. Self-aware and
ALIVE! Grateful for the chance to experience what I thought
Antarctica was.

Hi all! It’s been a long time since any of you have heard from me.
Nothing much new has been going on aside from my weekend retreat
described above. I did get some new pictures up, mostly from my trip
to Marble Point. There are some of the landscape and some that bring
things to light that nobody probably ever thinks of (read the signs).
The pictures can be found at:
here
kudos to anyone who gets the reference in this picture

(UNLESS is spelled in rocks, in case you can’t make it out-my rock
writing sucks almost as much as my handwriting). Something that I had
the privelige of seeing a presentation on tonight was the American
Women’s Expedition. Four women set out to ski across the continent.
They abandoned their expedition upon reaching the South Pole, but it
was a remarkable story nonetheless. Here is the best info I could
find on it:
I was impressed. You should be too!

That’s about all I have in my world. I hope all of you are doing well.

Later,
Will

fifth archival post..Survivor: Antarctica

Written by Will on . Posted in Global Travel, Travel, Working and Living in Antarctica

Outdoor Survival School AKA Happy Camper.

There are advantages to camping out in Antarctica. They are:
1) The outhouse doesn’t stink.
2) There are no bears.
3) There are no rodents.
4) If you forget your insect repellent, no worries!
Other than that, I wouldn’t recommend the experience unless you wish
to gain a new yardstick by which to measure future misery. The number
I have to quantify my own suffering is –43 degrees Fahrenheit. 10
other people and I spent the night out in that extreme of a
temperature without the benefit of external heat sources. We all made
it mostly unscathed. My experience caused me to abandon 4 of my 5
senses. The only thing one knows in these conditions is cold.
Nothing else matters. One must reach deep to find the fortitude with
which to simply ignore the pain and force oneself to do what must be
done to generate heat.

The training course started off, benignly enough, with classroom
discussion on cold weather injuries and their prevention/treatment,
then moved to the operation of cook-stoves and various shelters that
one may encounter on the frozen continent. We then went afield, were
dropped off with some tents and tools and built camp. By the time the
tents were up and the protective wall was built, the sun just began to
dip behind the ridge to our north. Then it was time for me to
discover what NASA has known for quite some time. O-rings have a
propensity to fail in extreme cold conditions. One of the cook-stoves
that my tent-mate and I were using sprang a leak, spraying pressurized
fuel directly into its own flame. Not being one to think of fire as
friendly, I was mildly annoyed by this. The problem was complicated
by not having an effective means to extinguish a fire. Water was
available, but thanks to Joseph Hazelwood of the Exxon Valdez, I know
what petroleum products do on water, so I thought better of trying to
build a scale model of Prince William Sound amidst the conflagration.
The next logical method would be to smother the fire, but at the
behest of the course instructors, I had only brought clothing of
modern synthetic fabrics. The mantra goes something like “Cotton
kills.” In this case cotton sure would have been a lifesaver. Then I
noticed my wool socks lying in a heap on the floor. I tried my best
to put out the fire with them, but they just weren’t big enough. At
about that time, I remembered that I had brought a wool blanket with
me. I pulled it out of the bag and did my best to wrap the flaming
stove up in it. I heard my tent-mate returning. Very calmly I asked
him to hold the door to the tent open. I explained that we had a
minor disaster and I needed to dispose of it before it became
unmanageable. Not knowing what to expect, he did as I requested only
to be rudely met by a ball of flame masquerading as a wool blanket.
His reaction was rather lewd but we succeeded in averting a
large-scale disaster.

The remainder of the night was mostly uneventful, albeit very cold.
As has become the norm when I camp out, my feet were cold all night,
preventing me from getting much sleep at all, but considering the
temperature, I did relatively well. My results were in-line with
those of my peers so I declared a victory on that front. The point of
the night out was to survive, not necessarily to be comfortable.

Getting out of my sleeping bag was the hardest thing that I did during
the entire ordeal. Going from being relatively warm to excruciatingly
painfully cold was very difficult. Forcing my feet into frozen,
rock-solid boots was pure torture. I spent about 30 minutes just
walking around to try to generate body heat. Eventually the activity
worked. We broke camp and returned to McMurdo in time for lunch. I
did suffer minor frostbite on the tip of my nose and the very tips of
two fingers on my right hand. The investment I made in physical
suffering will pay psychological dividends in knowing I can endure in
horribly adverse conditions. I am thankful for the newfound respect
that I have for the explorers of the heroic age who endured these
conditions for what must have seemed like forever.

My camera didn’t work for very long in the cold. I did get a couple
of pictures. I’ll get them up soon.

Have a great day everyone!
Will

fourth archival posting…Antarctic Shenanigans

Written by Will on . Posted in Global Travel, Travel, Working and Living in Antarctica

Hi all,
first, new pictures can be found at
here
there are some of the shop I work in, some of the wild equipement that
I work on and a few of our bowling party.

Over the past couple of weeks, not alot new has happened. The
recreational opportunities here prove to be widely varied and always
interesting. Last Wednesday there was an ‘open mic night’ at the
coffehouse (It’s really a wine bar that serves coffee as an aside).
The event was definitely entertaining. Kyle sung songs about
hermaphrodites, gerbil in your butt, and a drunken friend groping him
inappropriately, basically, he made lyrical mincemeat from sacred
cows.

Last Thursday I saw the sun for the first time since I got here. We
have had daylight every day, but McMurdo is nestled behind some hills
so this was the first time I had actually seen the sun. The periods
of daylight are getting longer and longer. I’m becoming concerned how
my sleep will be effected once the sun is up 24 hours per day. Since
I got here, I have been sleeping better than I have in several years
and I attribute that mostly to the darkness.

Since it had been several years since I’ve worked as a mechanic, I
forgot how nice it is to hear phrases such as “Your nuts are in my
hand” from another male, and for that to be totally ok in the context
of being a mechanic. I’m starting to get used to taking all day to do
a task that would normally take about 20 minutes. For example, to go
air up a flat tire, one has to have an air compressor, but since it
has sat outside in the cold, it needs to be warmed up prior to
starting it. This involves starting a Herman Nelson heater. Now, of
course, the last person to use it left it out of fuel so you have to
go to the fuel pump to get fuel. So..you finally get the heater
started, it takes 15 minutes of heat on the air compressor to start
it. The heater gets left on because the flat tire also has to be
heated before it will take air. On a big piece of equipment this
process can take 30 minutes before you can even start pumping air into
it, during which time the unloader on the air compressor has frozen,
rendering it inoperable..and on it goes..thus, at the end of the day,
when you see the loader you worked all day on to get air in the tire
out working, you can actually go home with a sense of pride for taking
all day to do it, and that nagging feeling like you forgot
something..like putting fuel in the heater. Such is a day in the life
of an Antarctic mechanic.

It’s time for me to go. I hope this finds all of you in good health.
I look forward to hearing from any of you who have time to send a
quick note.

Later,
Will

Chronological Log of the month-long roadtrip

Written by Will on . Posted in Global Travel, Travel

June 9 Picked up the kids at their mother’s, camped out at Gros Ventre campground GTNP

June 10 Cody rock-climbed w/boy scouts. Camped out @ Lizard Creek, GTNP, had s’mores! :)

June 11 Camped at Bridge Bay YNP. Attended the ranger program on the Nez Perce indians

June 12 Camped at Bridge Bay YNP. Went on a ranger-led hike at Indian Pond to Storm Point, attended ranger led program on the fires of 1988.

June 13 Went to Riverton via Cody. climbed rocks at a rest area along the way. Stayed at great grandma’s house

June 14 Went to Sinks Canyon and fed the fish, visited Russell (cousin)

June 15 Drove to Colorado. Climbed rocks at Split Rock. Went to RMNP. Drove over trail ridge road. Camped out in RMNP. Got snowed on.

June 16 Panned for gold at Argo gold mine. Saw the dinosaur footprints at Morrison. Went to my dad’s house.

June 17 Went to waterworld and Chuck E. Cheese’s

June 18 Went to Casa Bonita for dinner, had homemade peanut butter pie for dinner

June 19 Barn Party with Brenn Hill headlining

June 20 Left Colorado. visited Capulin Volcano National Monument

June 21 Arrived Austin, TX. Met up w/Marsha. Went to the bat bridge at sunset and Cody and Marsha saw the bats while Kegan and I went to the restroom. Went to Toy Joy (awesome toy store)

June 22 Schlitterbahn!!

June 23 Barton Springs, panic mode @ whole foods, Book People and sunset from Mt. Bonnell.

June 24 San Antonio River Walk and The Alamo

June 25 Galveston Island. Kegan got to swim in the ocean for the very first time. Saw the historic district called “The Strand”

June 26 Went to Marsha’s mom’s house. Saw an alligator. Picked up Marsha’s dog (Fergus). Started driving towards Wisconsin

June 27 Drove across Oklahoma. Thankfully it didn’t take long. Stopped in Joplin, MO (along historic Route 66) saw the movie “Cars” which romanticized Route 66.

June 28 visited the St. Louis Arch. Arrived Wisconsin Dells.

June 29 Noah’s Ark waterpark!!

June 30 House on the Rock, arrived @ Brian’s house

July 1 Relax

July 2 Cave Point in Lake Michigan

July 3 Party!

July 4 BBQ with friends of Brians. Cody & Kegan went to fireworks

July 5 start home. stayed the night in Worthington, MN

July 6 Wall Drug. Started having fuel pump trouble with my truck. Spent the night in Wall, SD

July 7 Devil’s Tower camped for the night in Red Lodge, MT

July 8 YNP. Firehole Canyon swimming hole was closed :( :( :( BASTARDS! Fuel pump broke for good *&%$^@@#!!! :( :(:( Towed the truck to West Yellowstone, MT

July 9 removed fuel pump from truck. no auto parts stores open (Sunday) rented a car. Drove to I.F. got a fuel pump there, took kids back to their mother’s, drove back to West Yellowstone, replaced fuel pump.

July 10 Drove to Jackson. End of journey

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