The Great Thaw-out

It was 67 degrees below zero when I left South Pole. Each night, most Polies slept with a humidifier blowing next to their bed. The South Pole is one of the coldest, driest places on Earth. I had to make up a new diagnosis, “adjusting to Polar environment,” for all the people who thought they … More The Great Thaw-out

This is my castle

Castle Rock, New Zealand. The bulk of my body weight rests on my left foot, which is wedged into a pocket in the rock up to the ball of the foot. Bent at the waist, my right hand presses against the rough rock providing enough friction to keep it in place. There is a slight … More This is my castle

I’m a tinker now

The sun here, in New Zealand, in the best of circumstances, is intense. After a year in Antarctica, it is damn near unbearable. Even Joe the Dego is sunburned. “Is this what it feels like to be Irish!?!?”  Yes, yes it is. Perpetually sunburned. And he had a beer in his hand. It was like a … More I’m a tinker now

Pole closing update.

South Pole is closing. The season is ending. Temperatures are dropping. Rumor around the water cooler is that tomorrow may be the last nice day for a while. Word is -80s are coming. -80F is too cold for flights to land. I’m either out of here tomorrow or Thursday. I’ve handed over my keys to … More Pole closing update.

My own Guinea Pig

“I’m glad you didn’t die” Doctor Dave, my on-ice colleague, says to me with a smirk and a bit of snark, as I relay the results of my unplanned science experiment. He appears mostly entertained, but also slightly horrified. Earlier this week we discussed my plan to ski out the back of the station past … More My own Guinea Pig