Waking Up
It has felt like waking up out of a dream, that slightly hazy feeling after a crazy night out, a little disorienting, stretching, opening eyes, rolling over again and returning to the comfort of covers. Dizzy and perplexed, happy memories, smiles creeping in upon recollection. And then looking around to see a familiar landscape, a much loved desert, a place that was once filled with busyness and now is so empty, so solitary, totally isolated – but not threatening or scary. I have been in this half dreamworld for most of the week. I feel as though I'm waking up after a long and restful sleep. Realities of the otherworld coming back to me like lost memories. They have meant nothing lately, have had no role in my life.
We had a storm, a big storm. Fast and furious winds, white-out conditions, snow everywhere. Then we had snow, lots of white fluffy christmassy snow. No, hang on, the snow came first, then the storm. And all that freshly fallen white powder swirled around our heads. Stomping through it you could step knee deep. Normally, it's like walking on hard ice here. See, even my analogies are referenced only to themselves. It's normally like styrofoam, crunchy and squeaky to walk on. This fluffy stuff was like blancmange, like the soggy snow we get at home but dry. Just powder snow and air. You couldn't tell how far your foot would sink at any placement.
And then the storm. And then the lull. That was an eerie day. In the morning, 40 knot winds, Vanessa and I clinging to a handline. By lunchtime the flags were drooping and it was flat calm. We even saw stripes of blue sky to the west. For an amazing half hour we saw the antarctic plateau to the south. I thought about turning the telescope on again to measure molecules to the east but by the time we did, clouds had rolled in again. Craig flew a kite and nearly lost his arm when it took off. The boys moved skidoos and shifted wood from the dump line. Everyone was out and about. Steph and I hadn't been able to get to the lab for three days and we ran out there hoping nothing had been too neglected. Vanessa came out to check the met equipment, Simon appeared to back-up computers. It was a mysterious day outside. You could feel the storm systems near-by over-head.
What was coming next? Were we in the eye of the storm, or had it passed. Look at the satellite photos. We were between two swirling systems, swirling madly above our heads. By 6pm, the winds were increasing again and the following day we were back at 30 knot winds. I kept blinking. It was so bright outside, so white. It's time for squinting and shades. Really bright and no contrast. Nothing but white in every direction. Where are we?! If you look carefully you can see the shape of the peninsula curving down the left hand side, the Weddel Sea in the middle and then the Brunt Ice Shelf (where I live) going off to the right.
I think the next day was a Friday and winds dropped gradually throughout the day. In the evening I stayed in the caboose again. It seems so close to base now that you can see it from the window. I understand why some people, most people here, don't see the point in going there. All the flags and drums seem like overkill. Was there really a time when we couldn't find it for what felt like hours?! And the caboose was so warm! How odd in the morning to not have to reach for the matches and tilly lamp before doing anything else, to be woken by daylight. How much simpler that makes everything!
Saturday was calm and clear. Huge mirages of icebergs dominated the view to the north-east, the plateau rising to the south incredibly clear. Is that really land, so high? Are we really living on a moving ice shelf?! Ludicrous existence! Sastrugi still cast long shadows, patches in the snow. At first the memorial looked like a pyramid tent, so did a tarped-up skidoo and a red flag in the distance. There is no sense of perspective. I kept looking around – what's this? What's that?! The refuelling depot looks strangely like the Shackleton returning to pick us up. You can see all around, a perfect flat circle, restricted only by the curvature of the earth. There is so much to see, my eyes aren't used to this much information. Ironic: when I first came here the same landscape struck me as incredibly empty. I remarked on how little there was to focus on.
Saturday night there was a themed party, come as your favourite star. I guess I should have come as Sirius but Tank Girl was much more fun. Lots of costumes, special food, the last big party before post-winter trips begin. At the end of the night we watched Human Traffic and I was pulled back into the world of nightclubs heaving with bodies, Saturday nights in Britain.
Felix has been writing about Critical Mass, about protests on the streets of New York. Thousands of people in one small space? What was once my reality is now almost incomprehensible to me. I share a huge section of ice shelf with 17 other humans and a couple of penguin colonies. We don't come into contact with political strife on a global level. The news-sheet this morning talked about people being massacred in a school in Russia. How have I missed this story completely? I hurriedly looked through the last week of papers printed off and there were a few lines each day, a couple of paragraphs in the last couple of days, but still less coverage than the Royals or Beckham ever get. I would have missed it completely a couple of months ago. I am waking up, see.
Sunday, another glorious calm day and we played golf in the afternoon. My first time ever holding a golf club! I can't very well shout hatred at the principle here for its not as though woods are being clear-cut for the sport! It was fun, great to get out and about for a change. I stepped through a motion of Tai Chi and started growing sprouts again. In the evening we had a small fire. It's a beautiful place to wake up, Antarctica, and I've had a lovely dream.
Posted by Rhian at 19:19 EST
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Hi Rhian
Love your comment about guilt free golf in a treeless place. I've just spent part of the weekend collecting off target golf balls which ended up in Wandlebury Country Park. Funnily enough, no-one replied when I tried to sell the 20 I had previously collected when I advertised them on BAS intranet. Just had my holiday in Scotland cancelled, because RSLA is off on another research cruise, delaying his return to Cambridge, so hope you'll have an excellent post midwinter trip & write about it.
Posted by: Jean Sinclair at 13:50 EST, September 15, 2004
Hello there. Hope you're keeping warm now.
Posted by: James McConnachie at 10:19 EST, September 17, 2004
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