19 November 2004

Kathy’s Day again…it rolls around fast!

November 19 is extra special because it is Janelle’s birthday. Janelle’s my daughter and she’s 24 today. Happy Birthday, Janelle! This is Janelle in another day, another place.

This is me, saying "Happy Birthday, Janelle!" from the other end of the earth.
This morning I awoke at 3 am and admired the half moon above Jen’s and Mike’s tent. It is filling in from the left, opposite to my northern hemisphere way of thinking.

Our valley is clothed in darkness and the evening light subdues Erebus.
Breakfast time and Stacy and Andrew are ready to go.

The Comms folks fly in to help us improve our internet link, which keeps disappearing. They put up a longer antenna. Amazing that we even have the luxury of internet in this not-so-remote camp.
Dustin, the A-Star pilot comes in for a gab with Stacy.

Time for a dive! Jen and Andrew tackle the moat.
Dustin comes along to see what’s happening. He’s left to fend for himself.

While walking over the sea ice, I stop to admire the ice crystals that formed last night.
The bubbles in the old ice form pretty patterns too.

Our dive hole is no longer clear. It is filled with murky fresh meltwater. Compare this with what it looked like last week!
Later, it’s time to move the hotsy. Jen surfs across the moat.

Stacy checks how deep we’ve melted into Sideshow. Only 3 m so far and we have to melt 7. But Circus is not melted through. Both are so named because of the mess of tables, dishes, cages, poles, and floats that Paul Dayton left below on the seafloor 30 years ago. Now they are time markers showing us how fast their garden of sponges, hydroids and soft corals can grow.
So back to Circus we go.

And in with the stinger.
Back at camp, we are treated to a skua finishing its bath. Wish we could have one too!.

Mike is out with his “big piece” putting my skua shot all to shame.
He’s photographing Andrew picking a new ice road for our intrepid ATV. Mounting the pressure ridges is like clambering up a cliff face now.

While chipping ice for our washing water, I discover these survivors of the herbie of 2004. It happened last May and the anemometer blew away when the wind reached 200 km/hr. These were part of a large crate-load of survival gear that was stashed at the camp. How ever did they survive such a wicked storm.

Lets see the next day!