Two months from today, I am scheduled to leave Antarctica. I’m not quite ready to deal with that, but today was a lovely day (minus 17F/minus 27C, virtually no wind and mostly clear skies) and I finished work half an hour early, so it seemed like the perfect time to take a walk.
I set off shortly before 2pm. The sun will not officially rise here until the 19th, but as you can see from the photos, we are treated to a couple marvelous hours of light every day, and each day we gain about 15-20 minutes more of it.
I walked down to Hut Point and stared at the red and orange sky to the north, aware that in just two months I will be flying over that great expanse of ice, back to civilization. It made me both excited and sad, so to get my mind off it entirely I watched a great Fata Morgana mirage on the horizon shape-shift. I love Fata Morganas because they move like mist but seem solid and utterly real.
The following photos are not in the order I took them, so don’t be wondering why, like the final scenes on the Pelennor Fields in Return of the King, the lighting goes from light to dark to light again.
Yes, it’s been weeks since I made a Lord of the Rings reference. I felt it was overdue.
After about an hour, the light was fading and my hands were getting cold, so I strolled back home to get ready for a big day tomorrow. It’s my last day off before season-end room inspections, so I’ll be putting furniture back together to create four beds, organizing my stuff and cleaning.
And maybe taking another walk.