Hello Friends!
WE ARE BACK!!!! After a long day, we returned to McMurdo Station late last night, and very, very happily enjoyed our first showers in over a month and a night's sleep in a bed! We're still feeling pretty exhausted from it all. We have so many stories to tell!!
We are scheduled to leave McMurdo on a very early AM flight on Saturday, January 22nd; it is my plan to blog twice each day for the rest of the week so that I can summarize our successful season for you! After that, I'm going on vacation!
I'll start from the beginning of our trip. At the time of the last blog post, we were preparing for our C-130 put-in to Camp Neptune, where a science team was located in the 1960s (see the map in an earlier post!). Our flight to Neptune took off on-time at about 9:00 AM:
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| Michael and I on our C-130 flight. I am very excited that our adventure is beginning. Michael is sleeping! I have a virtually identical picture from the flight back to McMurdo. |
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| In addition to Michael, we had some other strange cargo. A remote refueling unit, and our jet-assisted take-off (JATO) units! |
The following pictures illustrate our combat offload procedure. I felt sheepish taking these pictures, but then I turned around and half of the crew had video cameras out! They call our type of camp put-in an "open field landing," which indicates that there is no groomed runway for the C-130. Apparently the New York Air National Guard doesn't get many requests for these anymore!
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| Once the plane landed on the snow, the tail of the plane opened up behind our cargo. |
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| The loadmaster releases the cargo pallets which then roll out of the back of the plane, as the plane continues to taxi through the snow. |
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| Once the ramp is clear... |
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| the passengers disembark. I think he is waiting for me! To help recreate the mood for you, you should know that it is deafeningly loud inside and outside of the plane. |
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| Heading toward our cargo and our new home! |
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| Once you're outside of the plane, you're fighting "prop wash" which is a fuel-, soot-, snow-laden wind that smells terrible and stings your eyes and face. |
Welcome home! Is Michael sleeping or ignoring you in that first picture?
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