It's a Harsh Continent


It’s a marvel how quickly the weather changes down here.


Yesterday we had a perfect cotton candy skied sunrise and calm little swells brushing up against the ship, it felt nothing short of a winter paradise. And if I’d imagined the distant white shoreline being covered in sand rather than caked in a thick layer of snow I could have made myself believe I were back in the Gulf of Mexico.



Today is another story entirely; with 40 knot winds, ten+ foot swells, floating ice of varying sizes beating against the hull of the ship, and a constant swirl of big fluffy snowflakes.

Today I’m reminded why the tagline for this gorgeous place is; “it’s a harsh continent.”


Currently we’re steaming back to Palmer Station to pick up some replacement equipment we couldn’t find or repair on board for our CTD/Rosette. This will put us maybe a day or two behind our sampling schedule, not accounting for the weather. 

Luckily, we began the morning sampling off the deck of the ship using a five-dollar bucket, on this thirty thousand dollar a day boat. 

The irony in this is as thick as the snow piling up on deck.

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