We’ve been getting a lot of shoveling in lately as we prep station for the first flight of “summer.” Our little population will jump from seven to twenty-something on Sunday. Not having wintered, I can welcome the change.
The sun is up for eighteen hours of the day, the temperature is often just below zero, sundogs have been common, and I’ve been able to snowkite several times. Life is good.
And, I was offered a year-long contract at the South Pole. My reply: “Hell no.”