The ship has left Hobart to come and get us and our time here is quickly coming to a close. On the one hand I’m mercilessly harassing our risk averse station leader into letting me experience everything I can in the last few weeks, and as a result I’ve pulled off some great little trips away.
It was dark outside Davis living quarters on Sunday morning as we made the final preparations for departure on our traverse to the Rauer island group. A small handful of dedicated fellow expeditioners had gathered to send us off, somehow making things seem serious. We are only going for five days, right? Nevertheless the six of us, three in each vehicle, were going to have to be completely sufficient for our trip as we would be too far away from the skeleton crew left at station for them to be of any help. This trip was in many ways the climax of the winter season. My best day of the Antarctic experience was the helicopter trip to the Rauer islands in the summer. This Rauers traverse trip was to be the best week.
Summer has helicopters, winter has quad bikes.
A really fun way to get around the Vestfold hills. For this three day trip we based ourselves at Watts hut, each day exploring something different. It was primarily a recreational (or “jolly”) trip, although we did spend a surprising amount of time tidying up the hut, installing a new heater and an oven bench top, changing the gas, checking fuel and supplies.
Quite a lot has happened since my last post over a month ago. The sun has returned, we’ve had our strongest blizzard yet, and we’ve broken temperature records. Work has been busy and there has been lots happening around station. Aside from working through ongoing winter projects I’ve given some thought to next year. With a lot on my mind the time has been flying by so I’ll use this post to gather my thoughts. I’ll also be giving some tips about life on station and Antarctica, hence the title, Tricks of the trade.
Hearing rumours of a helicopter trip to Hop Island, I got up early on my day off, sauntered down to breakfast, sat opposite Bill (the summer station leader), and asked if there were any jollies going today. Without hesitation I got a flat “No”, from the man who likes to say no (he’s a cop by trade). I was patient though and a couple of minutes later he came over before leaving and said to call him at 8:15am. This I did, and, while I hadn’t been given the nod just yet, I was advised that I should go through with the weigh in and make sure I’d be available at the heli-hut… by 9:30am I was high over the Sorsdal glacier, which rates as the highlight of the Antarctica trip to date.