Tag: travel journal
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Day Eighty-Seven
Today was another good day, but I am not finished telling you about yesterday. After a hella amazing morning at coffee I headed over to Gallagher’s and restocked for brunch bar. Normally brunch bar is only on Sundays, but since it was a two-day weekend for the community it’s also a double brunch bar weekend.…
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Day Eighty-Six
I had my weekly coffee shift this morning. As much as I don’t love getting out of bed earlier than I would for work, I love my coffee shift. I’ve considered not doing it on community-two day weekends, because I know that I won’t have any visitors, but I always forget to cancel it by…
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Day Eighty-Five
With the move over to the 207 dorm building and inventory in the store taking place early next week, well, things be busy-busy. Busy is good and probably the new norm from here on out til I depart for the non frozen world. This evening there were two birthday parties on station. One for our…
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Day Eighty-Four
It’s a happening. Change is here. It started with the blue hour in the afternoon which increases by a few minutes everyday bringing more and more light to our little station. The mountains across the sea ice were completely visible this afternoon and all the colors were in the sky looking out past Hut Point.…
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Day Eighty-Three
It was overcast and a bit snowy today, but the blue was in full force. It is wild to step outside and see something other than darkness. It also feels like it happened so fast. Dark one day, civil twilight the next. I’ve started imagining what it will be like to be back in 24…
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Day Eighty-Two
My bestie, Francesca, asked me about food earlier today and said I should share the conversation with whoever is reading this (hi Mom). What she found interesting is that per the Antarctic Treaty, biologically viable organisms in food, personal care products, and supplements are all prohibited for importation and use in Antarctica. This includes “SCOBY”…
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Day Eighty-One
Hello August! Moment of truth-I haven’t been to the gerbil gym in at least a month and a half. I am, and have been, acutely aware that in not working out, my mood be suffering. Along with the cold, dark days. The endless repetition…all contributing factors to a month(ish) of funk. But, it’s August. New…
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Day Seventy-Nine
After the excitement of finding my missing sock on Friday morning, I bundled back up and headed back over to the Berg Field Center (BFC) at the proper meetup time. I’m not going to lie, I ventured across town with much more enthusiasm the second time around, the found lost sock was seriously a BFD.…
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Day Seventy-Eight
It’s my second day off (we get one two-day weekend a month) and I did not hurkle durkle today. I was going to-that was the plan as of yesterday, but I checked my email before I went to sleep and there was news in my inbox. There was a break in the weather which allowed…
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Day Seventy-Seven
When I started toying with the idea of wintering, I was having lots of little conversations about it with people who had wintered and summered before. They all said winter was their favorite and I would agree. It’s a much better life down here during the winter. The conversation that sticks out is the most…
The Whole Wide World 