There are mountains in Antarctica. This was the first thing to go through my head as I descended from the plane and took my first step on the seventh continent. In the months leading up to this arrival, I had been picturing my new home much like the bottom of a globe- flat and white. While my imagined topography was far from accurate, I was not disappointed in the color department. Through the rapidly forming fog on my goggles, the gleaming white of the frozen ocean and peaks alike dazzled. While not the largest mountains I have ever seen; with no trees or buildings in the way, they are by far the most impressive. Massive blunt molars of ice cutting straight out of landscape. My moment of awe was abruptly over as the swell of red parkas exiting the plane pushed me towards the idling shuttles.
Jesika, Wonderful blog, I’m looking forward to following your story. Great to see the pictures too. I enjoy your writing style!
I’ll/we have a cold one for you,
Joel
Hi Jes. What an adventure. We talked about you taking a musical instrument to fill your spare hours with learning of some kind, but I reckon the only instrument you could bring to Antarctica that would be playable is a banjo. This is mostly because it’s not necessary to tune a banjo before you play it, as I’ve learned from your dad 🙂
Keep up the great posts, let me know how the crew likes the food, and perhaps you could post your menus. I’m interested…
Made ratatouille and wheatgerm (white) bread for tea with Lacey. Was great…
42F and 1.5″ rain today
Hugo
So get this – my friend Chris is headed back down there once again this winter to climb those mountains. How crazy is it that I know two people from different parts of my life living in Antarctica at the same time?!?!? Stay safe and keep the pictures and blogs coming!!!