Carol goes camping

I just got back from an overnight camping trip. That's right, camping in a regular ole nylon tent in Antarctica. This is not my idea of a good time. It was job-required survival training. Pat, whose job does not require this, is jealous. He spent his day off this week helping a scientist dig holes in the sea ice, and scooping up bucket after bucket of slush. Pictures of that are coming next, I think.

This is the campsite, nowhere near anything. Talk about remote! There were 20 of us campers. We got 1/2 day instruction, then were told to apply what we'd learned, enjoy and night, and the instructors would pick us up in the morning.

We had to dig up snow blocks to build a wall to block the wind.

Most of us slept in tents. A few dug snow caves, which were warmer, but not very roomy.

The view full circle around was stunning. The black flags mean danger--a cravass or something. Yikes!