tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10132796188572420712024-03-06T00:51:37.912+13:00Life on the IceOur summer on the frozen planetLaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852305674229100706noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013279618857242071.post-41453195126383121332012-08-26T06:15:00.000+12:002012-09-25T16:14:23.130+12:00AntsyI'm getting wanderlust. HARD. I've been back in Boise for 2.5 years and am starting to feel like "world traveler" is fading from my identity. I feel like being a "world traveler" isn't an accomplishment, a title to mark some certain point in your life or a concrete achievement like "Nobel Prize Winnder" or "Olympic Qualifier" or "Prom King/Queen." It's not something you can even call someone who used to travel a lot but now just sits at home. To me, that person would be a "person who has traveled the world." Being a world traveler is a title you have to maintain and keep hold of through action. You have to earn it. And I want to earn it back.<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4D41OGjeRUUBq5xm63inZQADNXmMPdDQKcb-bookIE5d7UiEZYkNHGTDM9FsSyc2abBP3Ii5V0E2R2AKCHqJnuHMxueWGfzfvhloyPbvB4eeh0Sfp0lD0Id5V5PcreBicmX4KVvAQl4k/s640/blogger-image--1913995898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4D41OGjeRUUBq5xm63inZQADNXmMPdDQKcb-bookIE5d7UiEZYkNHGTDM9FsSyc2abBP3Ii5V0E2R2AKCHqJnuHMxueWGfzfvhloyPbvB4eeh0Sfp0lD0Id5V5PcreBicmX4KVvAQl4k/s640/blogger-image--1913995898.jpg" /></a></div>Laelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852305674229100706noreply@blogger.com0Boise, ID, USA43.613739 -116.23765143.5217705 -116.3955795 43.7057075 -116.0797225tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013279618857242071.post-49660057406208311142010-02-24T10:28:00.002+13:002010-02-24T10:36:08.521+13:00After<div class="Section1"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">What a wild ride. Towards the end of the season, work would switch from being unbearably slow to refreshingly hectic. There was the supply vessel arrival, which brings about 90% or so of the supplies that McMurdo Station will use for the next 12 months. I worked in the store for that time, opening boxes, counting and recording the clothes, towels, food, whatever inside, and putting it back into boxes. And then moving the boxes. And collapsing boxes. Etc. etc. etc…. boxes. Luckily I still had a normal 7:30-5:30 shift, unlike much of the station which was on 12-hr shifts until it was done. Then there were a couple of days spent stocking the store and trying not to die of boredom (I didn’t because I had NPR podcasts on my iPod) and a day where Jules stole me from the store and took me out of town to practice driving a bulldozer. Excuse me, <i>operating </i>a bulldozer. Then I had a day to pack, a weather delay day, then I flew! And, at the end, it felt like only a few weeks had passed since I was flying out of the Boise airport, waving goodbye to my mom and Sully. It sure was strange. I really liked it, but it was more strange than anything else. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">After arriving in Christchurch (where the smells of life and the darkness and the humidity and the green things knocked me on my ass after so many months of sensory deprivation), Josh and I spent a day or two at Karen’s house, planning roadtrips. We had a huge itinerary of a South Island loop planned, but we looked at the driving times and our allotted 10 days, and Josh and I both decided we’d rather do less sightseeing and driving, and do more “doing.” If that makes sense. So we bagged the big trip for some smaller 2-3 day trips out of Christchurch. We drove down to Dunedin, stayed for one night in the driving rain at a weird holiday park where the cement buildings were painted with Disney characters, and decided to come back to a sunnier area. We then drove north to Kaikoura (meaning “meal of crayfish” in Maori) and stayed there for two nights. One of our days there, actually Josh’s bday <strong>(HAPPY BDAY JOSH!!!!)</strong> was spent hiking up the trail to Mount Fyffe, but stopping short of the summit to stay in a backcountry hut. It was beautiful; the hut is in a tiny grassy meadow on the slopes of the seaward Kaikoura range, and from the meadow you can see the Kaikoura peninsula with its aquamarine coastline. The hike was steep! A full mile in elevation gain, though the trail itself wasn't very long in length. We were straining and sweating on the way up, and our legs were jelly on the way down. On the way back into town, sweaty and dehydrated, we pulled out at the Kowhai (pronounded “Ko-fye”) River, stripped down and bathed as best we could in the late-summer trickle. A swimming hole would have been nice, but we took what we could get.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">After driving south back to Cheech we went back to our old standby, the South Brighton Motorcamp, which is situated between the New Brighton beach and the estuary of the Avon River as it meets the sea. It’s a couple of blocks to the beach where we are, and yesterday we rented surfboards and wetsuits and had a go at the waves. Today we’re headed there again at 11am, which is just before high tide (I’m told that halfway between high tide and halfway between low tide are the best times to go). So we’ll hang out on the beach today, then surf tomorrow morning before lunch, when we’ll have to return the boards and wetties. It’s supposed to be stormy anyway, but we’re gonna try. Friday will be spent packing, doing laundry (if possible) and returning the rental car. Hopefully we’ll then stay at Karen’s and she’ll take us to the airport on Saturday morning, where we’ll fly from Auckland back home. We’ll leave Auckland at 3:40 pm on Saturday and get to Boise at 3:10pm on Saturday. I love crossing time zones!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">See y’all soon!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Lael</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"></div></div>Laelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852305674229100706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013279618857242071.post-86057723700998499442010-01-24T19:00:00.018+13:002010-01-31T16:55:25.838+13:00Fuel Tanker Offload<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8AHVd8eCUT2eg0YAR4QHiGxo3reYYm7U4wZ6yVhxMowWbzqFrn7G5u3Ejn3zbkKYPyWXQ0PKoTuucUW1EUTf2gYHmMupWEcczGPYXnFA-LK_W1S-kmcl0hmoffrVb3kbqAtT_RPQuxc/s1600-h/the+paul+buck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl8AHVd8eCUT2eg0YAR4QHiGxo3reYYm7U4wZ6yVhxMowWbzqFrn7G5u3Ejn3zbkKYPyWXQ0PKoTuucUW1EUTf2gYHmMupWEcczGPYXnFA-LK_W1S-kmcl0hmoffrVb3kbqAtT_RPQuxc/s640/the+paul+buck.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
Today being the second day of tanker offload, and having gotten up at 4:30 this morning, and having worked for 13 hours today and 13 yesterday, and this being a Sunday (my regular day off)...I am tired.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0cSo18bFESekaNouwCtQu2K5Ept7nmal2PTtLfMj8INTN0t99vMRaptMkHSKYYhDspkPB7SqWDK6n-jIdxP9NHGwdB8FRyiT3cUnUieDpYDH6t1NVci1N-T6qvzqRTFZC6BdEpkMoKqU/s1600-h/tank+dipper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0cSo18bFESekaNouwCtQu2K5Ept7nmal2PTtLfMj8INTN0t99vMRaptMkHSKYYhDspkPB7SqWDK6n-jIdxP9NHGwdB8FRyiT3cUnUieDpYDH6t1NVci1N-T6qvzqRTFZC6BdEpkMoKqU/s320/tank+dipper.jpg" /></a>My job for tanker offload has been "tank dipper," the person that uses a dip tape to measure how much fuel is coming into the fuel tank. Every 1/2 hour I climb to the top of the tank, open the dip port, dip and call in my reading to Control, in the Fuels Barn. The view from on top of the tanks is amazing; I can see the channel in McMurdo Sound where the icebreaker cut through to allow the fuel tanker to dock at the ice pier. Sometimes you can see whales, and yesterday when we were connectin ghte hoses to hte boat, a seal swam up next to the pier where we were standing. He puffed out his nostrils at us, realized that we stunk like fuel, and swam away.<br />
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After tanker finishes (later tonight), we get two days off--one to make up for our missed Sunday and one as comp time for our 13-hr workdays.<br />
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It was pretty weird having such a sense of limbo, and getting up super early in the morning at McMurdo, to take an airfield taxi 17 miles out onto the runway on the Ross Ice Shelf, only to spend the entire day in the airport galley on weather delay. Rinse and repeat for 5 days. Luckily I had a good book.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>Anyway, I’ve arrived! Actually I arrived a week ago on Friday, but haven’t posted until now. I’m on a field camp rotation at the WAIS field camp, 800 miles from McMurdo in <st1:place w:st="on">West Antarctica</st1:place>. We’re right below <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">South Africa</st1:place></st1:country-region>, I’m told. I’m the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceType w:st="on">camp</st1:PlaceType> <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">GA</st1:PlaceName></st1:place>, which means I shovel, melt water, schlep gear around, fuck around with cargo straps for 15 minutes at a time then angrily stomp to the carp shed for some WD-40, help with galley stuff, etc. I also drive a snomobile a lot, which never loses its charm. I can see why rednecks in <st1:State w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Idaho</st1:place></st1:State> like to do it, though I will never agree with it. It seems too lazy to do for recreation. Occasionally I shuttle visitors to and fro the Arch, which is the building housing the massive ice core drill that has just come up with a core from 15,700 years ago. Part of our morning meetings is the lead ice-handler briefing the camp on our little version of “This Day in History”, except it’s “the ice we brought up this morning is from the time when humans were crossing Beringia from Asia to <st1:place w:st="on">North America</st1:place>.” Pretty stunning.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>A little more about WAIS, from my friend Erika who is a GA for the Carpenter’s shop in McMurdo and who came out here for the camp put-in. This is from her blog, <a href="http://www.erikainantarctica.blogspot.com/"><font color=black><span style='color:windowtext'>www.erikainantarctica.blogspot.com</span></font></a>. She does a nice job of summing it up:<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><i><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial;font-style:italic'>WAIS Divide (West Antarctic Ice Sheet) is about 800 miles from McMurdo, about 6000 feet in elevation, and is the location for the drilling of a 10,000 foot ice core. We are here to support the scientists for this specific project along with other scientific research that is being done in and around this area. The idea for this specific ice core project began in 2000 with testing beginning in <st1:place w:st="on">Greenland</st1:place> in 2005, which Eric was a part of. The actual drilling here began in 2007 and will continue for the next few of years. In studying the ice, the scientists want to learn about past climate conditions dating back 100,000 years ago and see how it has changed. <o:p></o:p></span></font></i></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>At night I sleep in an Arctic Oven, which is a massive, really warm tent that I have all to myself. I have a flattened triwall cardboard box for padding on the ground which is super comfy. (Why yes, it does make me sound like a hobo, thank you very much.) My tent is of the many tents in “<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Tent</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">City</st1:PlaceType></st1:place>”, about ¼ mile from “town”. Maybe less than ¼ mile but it sure feels that far when I stumble from my tent, bleary-eyed and yawning, and have to trudge through snow and wind with only green flags to mark my way back to camp since I can’t really see the buildings. Camp life is incredibly awesome though. It’s what you would think of when you think of <st1:place w:st="on">Antarctica</st1:place>: the camp is made up of big semipermanent tents, we ride snomobiles to work, wear huge boots, skate ski all the time, etc. etc. There are only 40 something of us here, so we all share housework, camp maintenance, snow melting, and all that stuff that you’d think of when you thought of a camp. <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'>Well, I’ve gotta get myself off to bed. Going to bed is quite an affair, as I have to change my clothes, brush teeth, bundle up, trudge out to tent city, shovel out the tent, arrange my clothes and stuff, and arrange my sleeping bag and mat, which takes longer than you’d think when you have to wrap yourself so tightly that only your nose shows…<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> </div> Laelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852305674229100706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013279618857242071.post-30229393248019000812010-01-03T21:04:00.000+13:002010-01-03T21:04:34.568+13:00Off to WAIS!Hello there, friends and family. This will be my last post for awhile, unless I figure out a way to remotely upload posts to my blogger. I'm flying out tomorrow morning to WAIS (Western Antarctic Ice Sheet) Divide, the biggest field camp where they drill thousands-of-years-old ice cores. Our only internet capabilities will be text-only email, so I can't get on the internet, or even email pictures or anything. Our internet is only available for a few hours a day, when the satellite is visible to our camp! (crazy, eh?) I had some hesitancy about going out there because I'll be gone for 2-4 weeks and let's face it, I'm gonna miss Josh. I feel a little guilty that his job doesn't let him travel as much as mine does, so I'm going to try and have enough fun for the both of us.<br />
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I hope everyone had a safe and happy New Year, and get crackin' on those resolutions!<br />
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--LaelLaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852305674229100706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013279618857242071.post-39337526378583755152009-12-28T21:24:00.002+13:002009-12-28T22:28:13.478+13:00A Midseason Review Part. 1Well, I'm about midway through my first season in Antarctica, so I've decided to take a little time to review some of the highlights of my season thus far:<br /><br />Sea Ice Training: For sea ice training we went out in a hagglund, a tracked amphibious vehicle, although the one we were in probably hasn't been able to keep water out for about ten years. The purpose of the training was to teach us how to profile cracks in the ice so that we could tell if they were safe to cross with a vehilce. Using kovack drills, we measured the thickness of the ice, and how wide the crack was. Most of the ice where we were was about six feet deep. At the end of the day we had the treat of being able to go inside an ice cave inside the Eurubus glacier toungh. The ice formations inside were incredibly beutifull.<br /><br />Happy Camper: Another training. For this one we learned how to construct snow shelters and some basic Antarctic survival skills, then spent the night in tents or snow shelters. I chose to spend the night in a tent, and for the most part had a pretty warm night. Around one a.m. the wind picked up and started shaking the walls of my tent, which we covered in ice from the frozen condensation of my breath, so I got woken up with a nice shower of ice. When I got up in the morning, there was about a -40 degree windchill outside of my tent. We then did radio and whiteout training as I tried to retain feeling in my hands. I had the pleasure of completing my happy camper with two members of the BBC team down here filming a new series, Frozen Planet. The two that I met were Jeff Wilson and Mark Smith. If you watch the special fetures on the "Mountains" episode of Planet Earth, you'll see that they were the ones that filmed the famous snow leppord scene. Overall, it was a great experience.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02251127441600805126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013279618857242071.post-45057346183347495232009-12-27T18:36:00.000+13:002009-12-27T18:36:52.516+13:00STOP..... Tanker Time!Today our crew went to a fuels briefing for Tanker Offload. I capitalized the event because vessel season (for a couple three weeks starting in mid- to late-January, where various ships come into Winter Quarters Bay and remind us that McMurdo is, indeed, an oceanfront town) is the most exciting time of the season. It's probably the most stressful time, and it's at the end of the season, so everyone's chomping at the bit to go home.<br />
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Tanker Offload is the name we give to the 4 or 5 days of setting up hoses, pipelines, and valves to offload a BUNCH (5 million gallons) of fuel from the fuel tanker ship into our bulk tanks on station. People are working on offload 24 hours a day from before the boat gets here until after it leaves. The GA's are, like always, the temp workers, and Alex Morris (the station Fuels Supervisor) will be taking 3 of us for the dayshift and 3 for nights. They are 12-hr days, beginning at 0545 (that's 5:45am for you civilians) and ending at 1745 (5:45pm). Read = time of massive exhaustion. It looks like if I'm here for tanker (and there's a chance that I won't be because I'm going to WAIS divide next week), I may end up on the night shift, which means I get two days off to "transition to nights" and some time to transition back. We'll see. <br />
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The GA's will have 3 jobs during tanker offload: walking the line, dipping tanks, and manning the pier valves. Walking the line is exactly what it sounds like - we walk alongside the hard fuel lines for about 1.2 miles (each way) from the tanker at the ice pier to the bulk tanks at the top of the hill overlooking town. And then we walk down again. FOR 12 HOURS. My iPod will be getting charged a lot if I end up being a linewalker.<br />
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Dipping the tank is how we measure how much fuel is in a fuel tank; we use a special tape measure with a weighted bar and thermometer at the bottom, drop it to exactly the bottom of the tank, then read the tape like you'd read an oil dipstick in a car. This seems simple, but does take some finesse. Firstly, the tape is flexible, so if you don't pay attention to exactly when the weight just kisses the bottom of the tank (and for a Madagascar 2 reference, "just a little kiss, like you're kissing your sister"), it will fold down and ruin your reading. And, a fuel-soaked tape and a dry tape look very similar, and if you don't have a guess within a few inches of where the transition from shiny black tape to slightly less shiny black tape is, and you don't have a very clear, sunny day but not too sunny and no wind, it's easy to miss. We are in Antarctica, so you can imagine the chances of a perfect day.<br />
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The last task is manning the pier valves. There are 6 valves (if I remember correctly) on hard metal fuel lines at the pier. During tanker, we'll run soft hose from those valves onto the boat. If you're lucky, you will watch the valves for 12 hours and nothing will happen. If you're unlucky, something will happen and you will have a spill or leak on your hands. It's one of those low-probability but high-consequence situations where it really is worth having someone there if something goes awry, because there's about 800 gallons of fuel per minute going through those lines.<br />
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Fuel tanker will be exciting, I think, despite the horrendous hours, monotonous tasks, and immense responsibility. Plus we get to carry radios and say things like "Roger that" and "over." Isn't that enough?Laelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852305674229100706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013279618857242071.post-89439440472177614872009-12-20T16:34:00.000+13:002009-12-25T14:30:23.309+13:00More ridiculous Antarctic acronymsFor some reason, Antarcticans (or maybe scientists in general?) will go to extreme lengths to make their project into an acronym. Some are such a stretch that I'm beginning to think they choose the acronym and design the description of their project around it. For example, the project that I was working on at Lake Bonney was called ENDURANCE, which stood for "Environmentally Non-Disturbing Underwater Robot in ANtarCtica's Environment." It was a super sweet project and I loved it, the acronyms around here just make me laugh. <br />
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Other beeker project acronyms:<br />
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CREAM - <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://cosmicray.umd.edu/cream/images/stories/files/frontpage/seo.pdf" style="text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank"><span style="color: black;">The Cosmic Ray Energetics and Mass (CREAM)</span></a> experiment was designed and constructed to measure <a href="http://helios.gsfc.nasa.gov/cosmic.html" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: black;">cosmic ray</span></a> elemental spectra using a series of <a href="http://sites.wff.nasa.gov/code820/uldb.html" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: black;">ultra long duration balloon (ULDB)</span></a> flights. </span><br />
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AMANDA - <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', Baskerville, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 19px;">Antarctic Muon And Neutrino Detector Array (the forerunner of the IceCube neutrino telescope project at the South Pole)</span><br />
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SuperDARN - <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Super Dual Auroral Radar Network (SuperDARN), a consortium of 9 nations operating 16 identical radars over the Arctic and Antarctica.</span><br />
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NICL - National Ice Core Laboratory<br />
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ANSMET - Antarctic Search for MeteoritesLaelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852305674229100706noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013279618857242071.post-71273932301296431262009-12-20T14:50:00.004+13:002009-12-28T20:59:16.833+13:00Ja-ja-ja-ja-jaded<<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Well, I've reached the mid-season, and McMurdo charm is ebbing away like the snowpack in town. It's great to know my way around the town, but it's really frustrating sometimes to not be in control of your own time whatsoever. The work weeks is really getting to me... we work 10 hour days, 6 days a week. By the time Sunday rolls around, I have so much stuff to do that I feel rushed on my day off. It's not truly a day of rest as I feel like it should be. Maybe my self-righteousness is due to the fact that this is my first real-world job and have had the luxury of college for the last 4 years, but it's how I feel nonetheless. (I think this picture of Josh pretty accurately represents how I can feel on some days).<br />
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I'm certainly doing fine here and am not desperate to come home or anything, but being in one spot without the freedom to go anywhere, with VERY little free time is taking its toll. I miss my mom, my dog, trees and friends. I think two months might be enough for me at a time - it would be nice to come down for 6 or 8 weeks as a scientist, live at a remote field camp and go back home. It's not like "Antarctica" (the concept, the exoticism, the vastness) has itself become stifiling: I don't think that could ever happen on this white block of ice - it's that being a labor worker in McMurdo has become stifiling. And I'm one of the lucky ones; my job takes me around the continent more than any other first-year job. I feel very fortunate, comparatively. If I could come down in an ideal capacity, it would be as a scientist. I would be down here in a project in which I was emotionally invested, I would see the project through and leave when it was done (as opposed to seeing little bits of projects, working with them in a way that a mercenary fights in a war- not caring about the true meaning or cause, just down to make a buck. I don't like feeling that way about my job, but it's set up to be that way. Sorry for the long metaphor.)<br />
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There are still fun things that I'm getting to do, though, like working at the BFC (basically a huge Outdoor Program) and possibly (nothing's for sure yet) going to the South Pole for a few weeks. And the fuel tanker ship and supply vessel offload sound pretty exciting - I love a "final push" mentality about organizations. Maybe that's why I was so good about procrastinating in college. My boss is a good and fair boss, but I don't like not being able to budget and allocate my time, or keep my own schedule. If I could work 10 hours a day on projects, but have a little freedom to push and pull things around in my schedule, I could still get my work done and not feel as much like a piece of equipment and more like a responsible person.Laelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852305674229100706noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013279618857242071.post-69315829504410598412009-12-13T22:46:00.000+13:002009-12-13T22:46:47.544+13:00the Ob Hill UphillJosh probably won't write about this, so I'm going to do it for him. Today was the Ob Hill Uphill, a 1-mile scramble of a race to the top of Observation Hill, the highest point around McMurdo Station. So instead of sleeping in this Sunday, Josh got up and ran straight uphill. I admire runners....<br />
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Just like the Turkey Trot at Thanksgiving, he got 4th place! Way to go Josh. Pictures to come.<br />
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</div>Today was spent, like many Antarctic days, trying to fit something into an area much too small for it (see "making sleep kits at the BFC"). In this case, it was pounding metal stakes into a rock-solid streambed. Sounds simple enough, except for here, there is no soil. We're on an island of volcanic rock, with pulverized volcanic rock (called "fines") as our dirt. Anything below 4" deep is either permafrost fines or solid rock. Wonderful :) We needed to anchor these stakes 12" deep into a flowing stream, so they would support a probe that recorded velocity. We also used the stakes as beginning and end markers for our velocity tests (really high-tech - we floated a pingpong boll down a section of stream and timed it).<br />
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</div>Rosa is working with CRREL (Cold Regions Research and Engineering Lab) and the Corps of Engineers' main goal is to assess the erosion patterns of streams and ditches passing through town. "Soil" is somewhat of a resource here, since the ground on this island is mostly rock or ice. Rosa and her teams' report will help the NSF make better planning and engineering decisions about how to improve the layout of the base.Laelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852305674229100706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013279618857242071.post-62179720400854592862009-11-09T17:16:00.000+13:002009-11-15T22:57:15.467+13:00Dry Valleys wrap-upto view the full Lake Bonney photo album, click here: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30396637">http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30396637</a></span><br />
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</div>Lake Bonney was a blast. My boss, Barb, informed me that Dry Valleys gigs were really special for GA's, since usually the BFC girls get to go there, not our department. I do feel very fortunate to get to go on this gig, as I got to spend a week with some great people in a <i>beautiful </i>place, learning lots of new stuff. For example, I can now drill holes in really deep ice and melt them to a preffered diameter using special equipment. I can safely drive a 4-wheeler on said ice and remain in control (huzzah!) and carry passengers and cargo. I can pack and wrap a helicopter slingload using cargo straps and cargo nets. I can, indeed, sleep in a tent and not shower for a week with little loss of face, seeing as everyone else smells as bad as I do. <br />
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To those of you at Lake Bonney, thanks for the great week and letting me be involved in your scientific research, if only in a small, labor-mule type way. Good luck with the rest of the season!<br />
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</div>Laelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852305674229100706noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013279618857242071.post-22797467691367464302009-11-06T00:58:00.000+13:002009-11-15T23:09:18.985+13:00My life in MariokartNash, Geoff, and BK: this is for you. <br />
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For the last few days, my mind has kept going back to Friday nights in college, where all my runner friends had practice the next day and couldn't drink, so we played video games like Donkey Kong and MarioKart. I have nothing specific to say about Antarctica with respect to DK, but holy shit, I feel like I am in a MarioKart game. Right now I'm at a field camp next to a frozen lake, the middle of which is very bumpy and hard to walk/ATV across. However, the edges of the lake melt seasonally and stay completely smooth. We use ATVs to get around on the lake, and though we have chains on the tires, we fishtail around every corner of the jagged shoreline and spin cookies when we park. It feels <i>exactly </i>like a MarioKart racetrack, and you guys would love it. <br />
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Our work site is about 2 or 3 miles from camp, and we take the ATV's from camp along the edge of the lake to the site in the middle of the far side of the lake. I have to go back and forth several times a day, and each time it's like doing my own little virtual reality of those Friday nights at C of I. When I get back, I'll be able to kick ass at MarioKart!<br />
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<li>Chipping out hotsy hoses from the ice (in conjunction with turning them back on) to be able to remove them from the ice</li>
<li>Visiting the Blood Falls camp, where we were informed that there would be extra food and drink we could bring back once they packed up their camp. Much excitement.</li>
<li>moving the portable Hotsy (in 3 boxes, plus the generator) from West lobe LTR to East lobe LTR sites. It took a few trips on the 4-wheeler and banana sled.</li>
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Also, I've been trying to figure out how to describe what it's like to be surrounded by a bunch of glaciers. The glaciers in Taylor Valley look like merengue, or semi-molten marshmallows, pouring over the ridges. Not completely molten, b/c it has crusts and cracks in it, but it looks like it was in the middle3 of being thick slush when it decided to freeze....<br />
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<ul><li>Moved a shit ton of fuel barrels</li>
<li>Moved a generator from bot hut to the LTR (Long-Term Research) hole in the ice, discovered that the bot hole had frozen up too much to let the bot into the hole, and had to move it back to the bot hut.</li>
<li>Started drilling at the West lobe LTR site, but did it with a dull drill bit, so it took us 45 minutes to drill about a foot into the ice (we should have been down two feet or so by then). Then it was suddenly dinner time, and Maciek and Jim went back after dinner to drill out the rest of the hole.</li>
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</div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">On Saturday afternoon, just as I was about to finish my afternoon of data entry, my boss Barb called me and asked on short notice if I'd be willing to fly to the Dry Valleys for a week to help out in the Lake Bonney camp. One of their support staff strained his back and had to fly to McMurdo. He'll be back in camp while I'm here, but needs to take it easy, so I'll be his workhorse and follow him around to do all the heavy lifting. So this morning (Monday), I got on a helicopter, flew across McMurdo sound and into the Dry Valley region. The pilot, Dustin, flew me by the Dailey Islands and pointed out Uberuaga Island, the one named after Jules! It was really neat to put a </span><span style="text-decoration: line-through;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">face</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> island to the name.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Holy hell, it's so cool here. I'm in the Taylor Valley, just on the coast of mainland Antarctica. The Taylor Valleys are in the Dry Valley area, so called because they're situated in a way that only the mountains (and glaciers) around us get snow, and the valleys themselves are full of frozen lakes, but they're all just volcanic soil deserts and foothills. I'm currently sitting in the Jamesway of the Lake Bonney camp, which is a couple of semi-permanent buildings right next to the lake shore, with small mountain tents scattered around the hillside. The hillside reminds me a little bit of the final scramble up to Mount Dhoom in LOTR, where Frodo and Sam throw a blanket over themselves to hide from the Orc army passing by. </span><br />
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</div><div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Aaaaaannnnnywho, nerd parenthesis aside, the Dry Valleys are the shit. Pictures to come soon, but since I didn't know they have WIRELESS INTERNET (!!!!!) here, I didn't bring my laptop. The scientists have solar-powered wifi routers that I'm assuming connect to a satellite. This proves that McMurdo doesn't </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">have </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">to be as lame and internet-retarded as it is, they just choose to have it that way. </span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Today I got to assist with a dive into Lake Bonney. We cut an 8ft diameter hole into the ice (12 ft deep), and Vicky went down in her scuba gear to scope out the hole. The ultimate plan is to put in the team's huge underwater robot (the same size as the hole), so the robot can scope out the lay of the underwater land. This AUV (autonomous underwater vehicle) is a possible first step in making a similar one to go and scout Jupiter's moons for fresh water.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We'll see what tomorrow brings!</span>Laelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852305674229100706noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013279618857242071.post-18055973616017773732009-10-21T22:37:00.000+13:002009-10-24T20:37:20.935+13:00Antarctic Acronyms<b>USAP </b>- U.S. Antarctic Program, the United States' presence in Antarctica; sponsored by the NSF<br />
<b>NSF - </b>National Science Foundation, the U.S. gov't branch sponsoring our program<br />
<b>GA - </b>General Assistant, my job title (Operations GA)<br />
<b>WAIS - </b>Western Antarctic Ice Sheet, 800 miles southwest of McMurdo. I'll be going there in less than a month for a two-week field camp stint.<br />
<b>BFC - </b>Berg Field Center, the dept that provides all the gear and food for field expeditions (tents, pee bottles, sleeping bags, backpacking food, etc.) Part of our GA tasking has been to work in the BFC food room, repackaging bulk food for field deployment (trail mix, dehydrated potatoes, etc.) <br />
<b>VMF - </b>Vehicle Maintenance Facility (also known as the Heavy Shop) operates on light vehicles like F-350's (yeah, for us that's a light vehicle) as well as heavy equipment and all the tracked vehicles.<br />
<b>FEMC - </b>Facilities, Equipment, Maintenance and Construction. Kind of like the Physical Plant, repairs stuff around the station, does long- and short-term projects. If something in your building breaks, you call FEMC.<br />
<b>MCI - </b>Mass Casualty Incident. If something explodes and a bunch of people get blown up, or a plane crashes, or various other injurious disasters happen, you've got an MCI. Also, I'm apparently signed up as a volunteer stretcher-bearer in the event of an MCI.<br />
<b>SAR - </b>Search and Rescue. If you get lost out somewhere or caught in a storm or fall in a crevasse, SAR will come and get you.<br />
<b>SSC - </b>Science Support Center. In the SSC you'll have the Motor Pool, the science cargo, and field safety training.<br />
<strong>POC - </strong>Point of Contact; sometimes your supervisor or maybe the comms person in your dept. They keep you informed of important information, and if you head out of town and check out with MacOps (our station-wide comms center), you have to have a POC that knows what you're up to.<br />
<strong>SVB - </strong>Survival Basics. Used if you need to, you know, survive here in a storm or something.<br />
<strong>FNG - </strong>Fucking New Guy; a newbie to Antarctica.<br />
<strong>POG - </strong>Passionfruit Orange Guava, a juice mix famous in the galley for its deliciousness.<br />
<strong>HW - </strong>Human Waste. Literally, shit. Gained this vocab in my day working in the Waste Dept.<br />
<strong>FW - </strong>Food Waste. Part of our waste management system here. Everyone sorts their trash into very specific bins. <br />
<strong>PL - </strong>"Plastics". Part of Waste Management.<br />
<strong>NR - </strong>Non-recyclables. Waste Management.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">This weekend was my "Happy Camper" course, which is a two-day, one night training out on the Ross Ice Shelf (aka middle of nowhere). Though we could see the kiwi base, Scott Base, in the distance, there was nothing of civilization but a blue Jamesway called the I-hut, where our instructors slept, a shed that held our tools and sleeping bags, and an outhouse. Red and green flags circled the Happy Camper area, letting us know that there were no crevasses nearby and it was safe to walk. </span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">After getting to camp, we erected a Scott tent (right) and Megan, one of the instructors, showed us how to anchor it down using Dead Man anchors, which involve burying a short bamboo pole in a notched pit the snow and wrapping string around it, so the string comes back out of the snow and you can hitch it back to itself using a trucker's hitch (which I didn't know how to do before, but is amazingly efficient and awesome.) </span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Next we built a Quinzhee, which is a snow shelter/cave shaped like a beaver dam made out of snow. You stack all your bags in a big pile (for us was 20 huge duffels), cover the bags in snow, then dig out the mound and pull the bags out. The snow keeps its shape, and you dig from underneath to keep the wind from blowing in. It's really cool.</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">We also set up 4-season mountaineering tents and build snowblock windbreak walls around them, and dug a kitchen trench and cooking area where we set up our stoves to boil water (to make food out of dehydrated backpacking dinners). Will, Chris and I (the first 3 GA's to arrive on the Ice out of our 9-person crew) ended up manning the stoves, as many other people were busy building trenches for the night or walking around trying to keep warm. I chose to sleep in a Scott tent (the tall, pyramid-shaped ones), and our four bodies warmed it to between -10 and 0 degrees F throughout the night (toasty!). The next morning, I dragged myself out of my tent to go pee, which was good because I don't know if I would have gotten out of my sleeping bag for any other reason. </span><br />
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</div>Next was the Buckethead drill, where our group put 5 gallon buckets over our heads to simulate a whiteout condition (no visibility and inability to hear much.) One of the instructors went out in the direction of the outhouse and we had to organize a search party tied to a rope to go rescue him. We ended up finding him by using a sweeping technique with two people at the end of our rope, but Dylan the instructor said that we got lucky and many groups don't find their lost man in the drill.<br />
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Arriving back at McMurdo and climbing into my bed in the heated dorm room felt soooo nice. The dorm is heated to probably 70 degrees and feels way too hot most of the time, but right then it was very welcome. Happy Camper was a great experience, and I think the important thing I learned wasn't necessarily how to survive in the cold, but that I should try my best to NOT get stuck out there during a storm!<br />
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I found that though the YMCA (my accommodation) is strikingly absent on Ice people, it is literally next door to the Botanic Gardens, Arts Center and the Canterbury Museum (which is free and awesome). Right below the Y is a care called Robert Harris Coffee Roasters, and is undeniably cool. It reminds me a little of Flying M back home, but silghtly less indie. Having a bage and coffee there this morning was quite delightful, as they played both OCMS' "Wagon Wheel" and Josh Ritter's "Harrisburg" I think once Josh and I get back and have a little more time to explore the music scene, we'll find ti quite to our liking. I also need to get ahold of Piper Trulock, a friend from C of I that promptly moved here after graduation. She's working at a beer bar! <br />
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The Denver orientation is going alright. I know more now about 100% fall protection (full harnesses must be worn at heights, of 4 feet or more) and I know how to safetly erect a scaffolding (theoretically). Today was the General Deployment orientation, and they ran through some really relevant information, like payroll, insurance, and, most excitingly, TRAVEL! Lynn Dorman from the Travel dept. started her presentation out by saying "Hey guys, you have the most extreme commute in the world!" That's true, we do have to travel a few thousand miles...<br />
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We had pizza for lunch two days in a row at Orientation (blehhhhh, not good pizza either) and after eating a frozen dinner from the hotel store for dinner last night, my body was hating me. So I went to "JOY", the Japanese bistro/sushi place next to the hotel and had a couple rolls. I absolutely <i>hate </i>going out by myself in any fashion, whether it's to a movie, coffee, shopping, and especially out to eat. So I was delighted when I walked into the sushi place to see another GA on my crew, Chris, eating dinner there with his girlfriend. She'll be a GA at the South Pole, but doesn't deploy until later in October. They're bummed that they couldn't both get hired at Pole (Chris is in McMurdo with me) because they might not see each other for about 4 months. I've only been away from Josh for two weeks and I'm already going crazy!<br />
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"I think tomorrow is going to be a hungry day," Chis prophesized, and I think he's gonna be right. After our morning training, we're dropped off at the Denver airport with our baggage, and get left there until our flight at 4:30. No lunch provided, and not even the opportunity to go outside of an airport for the next 36 hours or so...so I'm hoping to snag enough hotel breakfast food in Ziploc bags to tide me over in the first airport, at least. After that, it's airplane food and clif bars for me! (trying to save my per diem).<br />
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The next time you hear from me, I'll probably be in Christchurch!Laelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852305674229100706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013279618857242071.post-65541912948308327562009-10-03T15:04:00.000+13:002009-10-04T18:36:01.633+13:00My Stay in Christchurch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH2v-j7qzz1yTBakl9GsEh4f7YgOuX-EZNIf6K7sBDFKW3-WiSFuGEVfH3mDiXjw-jIPcNKVioJ0jLL80RyYFYjQa1OEa9cevm_1N71bi0GcDx-p20zGOO6MVcnnrIGwqrQITM7Y17Dh8/s1600/cheech%20pano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH2v-j7qzz1yTBakl9GsEh4f7YgOuX-EZNIf6K7sBDFKW3-WiSFuGEVfH3mDiXjw-jIPcNKVioJ0jLL80RyYFYjQa1OEa9cevm_1N71bi0GcDx-p20zGOO6MVcnnrIGwqrQITM7Y17Dh8/s400/cheech%20pano.jpg" /></a><br />
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It looks like my long vacation (delay) in Christchurch may be coming to an end. The first group flew out today and if all goes well I will fly out tomorow moring. I've had a great time in chch, and as excited as I am to get down to the Ice I'll be sad to leave. I've eaten some great food and seen some great sights. I'm glad that I had this delay time because it gave me an opportunity to get to know my crew before we start working together. I think that I'm going to have a great season and learn a lot.<br />
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Prior to that I spent three days in Denver doing OSHA training and orientation. The training wasn't really all that bad, and it was really nice to meet all of my fuels crew. They seem like a fun and lively bunch. I'm really looking foward to the season on the Ice with these guys. I'll be going over to the CDC today at one to get my ECW (Extreme Cold Weather) gear, and from there will be exploring the city of ChristChurch. I was scheduled to leave for the Ice tomorow morning, but because of snowstorms in McMurdo I won't be leaving till thursday at the very earliest, and I wouldn't be surprised if I got delayed further.</span></span></span>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02251127441600805126noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013279618857242071.post-63453546529340995332009-09-21T17:44:00.000+12:002009-09-30T10:18:33.610+13:00PredictionsI'm going to go ahead and say that I really don't know what to expect, but from gleaning various Antarctic blogs, websites, books and a few Ice People I know (including my aunt), I hear that McMurdo is just like a small college campus. There's the dorms, the cafeteria, the rec center, the weight room, the coffee house, the bar (if you're a wet campus like C of I), the parties, the gossip, and the copious amounts of licentious sexcapades and binge drinking. Just like college, should be a nice transition for me since I'm a recent college grad and am used to the lifestyle (albeit trying to show restraint with the last three).<br /><br />I predict Antarctica will be stark and beautiful; the landscape harsh and unapologetic, completely comfortable being the most environmentally hospitable place on earth yet drawing humans to explore its wonders. I predict that it will be unbearably cold, then eternal daylight, then unbearably cold again. I predict that I will work hard, break my back, heal my back, tell myself that labor is character-building and that I'm in the pursuit of science, and bond with my crew. I don't predict that I will "have a great experience and make lifelong friends" because I'd never consciously write something that cliche. There will be stories galore, I hope-- not necessarily all good or all funny, because that's not what life is. I am a memory collector, an experience hoarder, and a skill-seeker. I want those things, and I hope I can draw them out of this cold harsh land.Laelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852305674229100706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013279618857242071.post-74730339152450022952009-09-13T08:31:00.000+12:002009-10-01T18:53:24.787+13:00Gathering of the Fuelies<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; white-space: pre-wrap; "><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">A word from Alex Morris, head of Fuels and Josh's boss:</span></span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> Greetings one and all. </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">the time draws nigh to a gathering of all Summer 09-10 Fuelies. Just as a quick reminder, all of you should have tickets or be in process of getting ticketed. If not, please call me ASAP! </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> You will be arriving in Denver on Sept. 23</span></span></span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">rd</span></span></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> for DJ’s 40</span></span></span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">th</span></span></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> birthday training and deployment. OSHA training will occur the morning of the 24</span></span></span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">th</span></span></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> at 7:30am. Shuttles will be provided by the hotel and Raytheon. After we all go through LOCK OUT/TAG OUT training, we’ll shuttle back to the hotel for Fuelie Training. </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> The 25</span></span></span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">th</span></span></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> is another full day of training (ethics, Raytheon’s tactical assault systems, IT INFOSEC completion for those you who haven’t done it yet), and a heap of other stuff. Training on the 24</span></span></span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">th</span></span></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> and 25th ends at 5:00pm. (There are a few businesses close to the hotel that offer food and beverage service if there is anyone interested in such.) We all return on the 26</span></span></span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">th</span></span></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> for another morning of fun in the saddle and then we all get on busses and head to DIA for the commencement of our Antarctic adventure! Whooo hoooo!</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> It is this last point that I wish to specifically address. Below is word from the head of the Deployment Specialist Group (DSG) concerning the increase in weight allowances when flying to McMurdo. It has gone from 75 to 150lbs. The international weight limit still remains 140lbs, but if you have a lead ballon collection that you’ve always wanted to bring to McMurdo, this is the year to do it. </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">see you folks soon!</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">alex</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> </span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">720-568-2266</span></span></span></span></span></span>Laelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852305674229100706noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1013279618857242071.post-71320201709658078722009-09-05T08:35:00.000+12:002009-09-30T10:33:14.067+13:00Antarctica Gear!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.steepplanet.com/prodimages/W_neve_lg_med.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gearfetch.com/shop/images/wsynergysportpant.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.gearfetch.com/shop/images/wsynergysportpant.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gearfetch.com/shop/images/wsynergysportpant.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNmR6CACxTSwIoOB-DFtjrcDliEZYUk0ualBJB14F8oIJjX0lTBTg0rlhrhSzx2w4QMQJajmdQLcmqOSeP13mclUiFeRicWbS4VMeALD6rTR__4uGj62ucRSNFuwBt0fbJ7r8xXfrakzg/s1600-h/smartwool+crew+top.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNmR6CACxTSwIoOB-DFtjrcDliEZYUk0ualBJB14F8oIJjX0lTBTg0rlhrhSzx2w4QMQJajmdQLcmqOSeP13mclUiFeRicWbS4VMeALD6rTR__4uGj62ucRSNFuwBt0fbJ7r8xXfrakzg/s320/smartwool+crew+top.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387002914714819570" /></a>Just bought a SmartWool crew top! Anti-microbial so it doesn't stink (as bad). Need to get a couple more of those, but I've got a start. Sticking with the SmartWool theme, I bought myself a pair of SmartWool pants to wear under my carhartt's, coveralls, etc.<div><br /><br /></div><<br /><br />Also bought a couple pairs of mountaineering socks from Cabela's,<br />And last but not least, my big splurge: a GoLite women's softshell jacket.<br /><br />div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://www.steepplanet.com/prodimages/W_neve_lg_med.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 325px; " /></span><br /><div><br />One of the things that Antarcticans consistently report regretting not bringing down is their own cold gear (NSF issues you some, but it's, well, borrowed goods.) Almost outfitted; good thing I won't be able to spend my paychecks b/c this gear is costing me a pretty penny.</div>Laelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05852305674229100706noreply@blogger.com0