Frosty Lashes

This is what I look like after shoveling at -40F. Unfortunately, much of the silver in that beard is not frost. But, at least I’m not rocking snotcicles. 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 …

An Equinox Sundog

Disclaimer: The term sundog is often used incorrectly to refer to a group of optical effects caused by sunlight refracting through ice particles in the air. But, in keeping with my aversion toward conformity, I’m going to call the damn thing a sundog anyway. The collective of optics is correctly referred to as a halo, …

A Warped Sunset

The past week was calm, clear, beautiful, and cold at Summit Station. Temperatures were in the sixties—negative sixties, that is—and occasionally a light breeze pushed the wind chill as low as a hundred. Technically, that put us in Condition 1. To explain, here’s an excerpt from my upcoming book: Summit Station has weather guidelines for …

After the Storm, or “I Got All the F#@&ing Work I Need”

The Summit winter crew adopted a theme song. It’s appropriate now for our crew to adopt it also: “Work Song.” I strongly suggest you queue it up as the soundtrack for this post. After the storm, we dug out the Green House north door, the freezer trench, the snow melter tank, the snow melter door, the microturbine …

A Broken Record

Update! (Har har. Get it?) Last night the wind reached 71 knots, with a maximum gust of 105 knots. This is a new Summit Station record. I managed to sleep peacefully right through it, even though it sounded like a hundred jet engines roaring outside the building as I fell asleep. We remain hunkered down …