Today should have been my penultimate day at work. Things were going well. I was wrapping up the egg line when Bob, a man in the know regarding extended weather forecasts, commented that he had no intention of setting up the night landing lights (my flight out next week is a night flight) “until the storm passed.”
Storm? What storm?
Turns out that, after a ridiculously calm winter, we are expecting, in Bob’s highly professional terminology, “a real sh*tstorm” to wallop us on Monday.
My flight is Monday night.
You know, once I came to terms with leaving Antarctica so soon, I embraced it. I ran with it. I made it my own. And now…now you tell me winter waits until a couple hours before my flight outta here to unleash its fury??
Okay, the storm may move north–it’s still very early, in terms of Antarctic weather prediction, to be sure of anything. We may be spared. And even if not, it will likely be a delay of only a day or two. I might still make it back to Milwaukee in time for the triathlon on the 26th when I’m going to be a volunteer swim angel, and spend the morning splashing about with no fear of colossal squid. All is not lost. Like Aragorn said, “there is always hope.”
And I wouldn’t mind one more look at Antarctica at its most unhinged, when screeching, howling winds shake our sturdy buildings and blown snow feels like claws raking across your face.
I was really looking forward to being a swim angel. I was getting excited about going for a walk with exposed skin. I really want a mango. I would kill for a warm bubble bath and a magazine that’s less than seven months old.
Then, when I was taking out the trash and recycling, I noticed the sky.
Yes. Time for a walkies.
It was probably minus 30F or so (I forgot to look) but fairly calm as I set off for Hut Point.
I could tell from the clouds I could see over the ridge that it was going to be a beautiful sight.
I was not wrong.
Hey, let’s compare cameras again! It gives me a reason to post more pictures!
Oh, Antarctica, I can’t stay mad at you, even when you decide to throw the hissyfit of the season a couple hours before my flight.
Here are a couple more pix because I just couldn’t decide which I liked best.