Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Condition 1? More like Condition Fun!

So, I spent my last available weekend drinking non-stop and working out some issues. That was fun, and probably the last time I'll get totally inebriated on the continent for a long time. Well, at least until I have a chance to experience the day bar that runs from 7 AM - 11 AM.

Anywho, after wallowing in a pool of misery and going through a six pack of Coors Light on Sunday afternoon, I managed to rally myself in time for the final game of the Rugby World Cup between the All Blacks and the French. I'm sure the French have a team name, but nobody at the bar I drank in could seriously cheer on the French and expect to enjoy themselves on Sunday night. So I did not bother to learn it. Look at what I'm getting at here...

This is the reaction to the final seconds of the game, when New Zealand sealed their 8-7 lead over the French. The view of the French fans is not being blocked by overzealous All Blacks fans, there simply are no French fans present.
It was a good time, and I sat around afterwards to watch postgame celebration before walking back to my room and going to bed.


Life on McMurdo is not all about crazy Kiwi sports and drinking, and I do work sometimes. For the past two days though, Ross Island has been pounded with high winds and impossible driving conditions. While we Shuttle folk are a mean breed of driving fools, the airfield crews don't like working in horrible death inducing weather. As is the case, we've spent most of the last two days sitting inside our bunker with nobody to transport. 

McMurdo is protected on 3 sides by large hills and mountains, so the station is pretty safe from the elements... most of the time. Ross Island is surrounded by frozen ice, though, and on that ice is the runway where planes land. While all is sunny at wonderful MacTown, the airfields can be in complete chaos a mere mile away. So you can imagine when conditions go from this:












to this


at McMurdo, conditions are a lot worse on the ice. Those two pictures were taken in the exact same spot in not similar conditions... Now take conditions like that, and put them on a road that looks like this...


That's what I drove in when I had to evacuate crew from the Ice Runway. Those flags in the picture above? They weren't there. Well, they were, but you wouldn't have known. Unless we're picking up large groups, most of our driving is done in regular vans equipped with snow tires, so don't assume that I'm doing crazy driving in my would-be-McMansion Ivan the Terrabus. In these conditions I was driving a vehicle that's greatest safety feature is a cup holder. Not to say it was a near death experience,  but don't assume I was in monster truck safety.

Mad props to the firefighters who camped out on the Ice Runway for a few hours in the middle of this storm. You will note, please, that Grant was not among them.


Saturday, October 22, 2011

"Every day is a boondoggle"

Life is slowly approaching something close to normal here at McMurdo. Shuttles has begun making the switch to a 24 hour schedule, so I guess in a way the summer season for 2011-2012 has officially begun.  My last Saturday off for the forseable future was spent at the ATO party, playing poker with firefighters, and stumbling around drunk looking for someplace that wasn't occupied by approximately 500 other people.



I've spent the past two weeks screwing around, but for now I wanted to post some pictures of what I am doing down here in regards to my job. I've been training on lots of different vehicles, but the only ones that really matter are Ivan and the Deltas. When I told people that I was coming down to Antarctica to drive busses, I wasn't that far off. Let me present to you Ivan the Terra Bus:



You might be able to get some of the scale of this thing from the van sitting behind it, but this picture does no justice to Ivan. This thing is a damned monstrosity. The tires alone are 5 1/2 feet tall. It weighs 55,000 lbs without passengers, and in order to turn this thing I need to draft riders to stand by me and help pull the wheel. That's right, this thing has galley slaves.  I've been told that honking the horn plays Kalinka whenever you press it, but who the hell uses the horn in this thing? You just get this thing into sixth gear, crank this baby up to 7 mph, and make whatever is front of you move. For real though, this thing is hard thing to drive, and I'm fortunate that I crashed into anything yet. 

The other large vehicle that we use down here is the Delta.



This is Dawn. She's not as pretty or comfortable as Tina Marie, but everyone loves Tina Marie, so Dawn got some lovin' from me.







There's not much to say about driving these things. The fact that it is articulated means that it has an awesome turning radius. Still, it can get up to a max speed of maybe 20 mph, and the struggle with driving it is in staying awake and not driving off a cliff. Passengers have a different experience though. I think you can simulate the Delta experience by hopping inside a barrel and rolling down the hill near the Comcast Center then promptly getting hit by a NITE Ride van. 

Oh, sweet, it's 1715. I'm gonna go eat dinner, and then watch New Zealand and France play the final match of the Rugby World Cup. I'll write about something else later, after drinking.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Fire prevention week


I go through my mandatory flamethrower safety class next week. Just in time for the monthly Zombie drill...


Sunday, October 16, 2011

Upload photos

Been really busy working 10 hours a day and then hanging out with people and stuff. Been meaning to make a post, but you know...

Anywho, I've started uploading photos to my imgur account. There's probably a couple duplicates that I threw in there accidently, but I'll go through later and fix everything up a bit.

By the way, Grant is still lame.

Saturday, October 8, 2011

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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Killing time

It's been a pretty hectic week. I arrived in Denver for Orientation on Saturday, and spent the next 3 days meeting people and wandering the city. Impression was that Denver is awesome. Hurray!

We left Denver on Monday night and flew into LAX. From there it was a 14 hour flight to Auckland which went pretty well. I still don't know what day it is. I've been made to understand that I gained about 5 days and then immediately lost 3 or 4 of them once we landed on the ground. I dunno, somebody explained it to me but they used some sort of mathematical-fucking-formula that just confused the hell out of me. Long division was involved, and in New Zealand they do long division backwards or, I dunno. The computer here says it is Thursday. I'll take it's word and be done with the whole affair.

Last night after checking into my hotel, I went out to explore the city a bit. Lot of devastation, pretty sad... I wanted to take photos, but it seemed a bit inappropriate to sit around and take photos of the rubble. The earthquake wrecked this town, and it shows just about everywhere. Still, the locals seem upbeat and reconstruction continues.

Last night I went to a pub and ordered a toastie with fries. I didn't know what a toastie was, but it had pineapple, cheese, and ham. I know, how could it not be awesome? Turns out it was just a grilled cheese, a fucking awesome grilled cheese. Bottom line is I don't understand anything anyone says here before I have four or five beers in me. Shuttle Shelly told me that I would fall in love with accent here, but it really just confuses the hell out of me. I guess that sums up my love life for the past 28 years anyway, so she's probably not far off.

I get my equipment issued today, and leave for the ice tomorrow morning. I'll try and take some photos that don't suck before I fly out, but don't hold me to it.