Sundays
Sundays are lovely here.
The great majority of people have the day off.
The dining hall serves only two meals: a huge brunch (more about the food later) and dinner. People hang out, watch movies, play games, go on hikes.
We wandered down to Discovery Hut that Scott's crew built during his first expedition from 1902-1904. As with all things done by Scott, poor planning made the hut largely uninhabitable. Insulation was far too thin. The hut was used for storage and as an emergency shelter by all the "big name" Antarctic explorers over the subsequent 15 years. It then survived four decades of disuse before being dug up in 1959. I've been studying up about the Antarctic explorers in the hope that USAP will take me on as a docent there when "Main Body" (the term for summer season) begins in mid-October. Scott's, Shackleton's and Amundsen's huts lie further out around McMurdo but they are not open to visitors.
| McMurdo and Observation Hill as seen from Hut Point. The four large buildings are dorms. The structure in the forefront is part of the pier for when the ice melts and ships can enter the sound. |
| Dean at Vince's Cross, named in honor of George T. Vince, a member of the first Scott expedition who died falling through the ice during a storm in 1902. |
| Me with the hut right behind me and McMurdo in the background. |
We sat at dinner on both Saturday (when "the sabbath" begins here) and Sunday nights, drinking wine and gabbing for hours. Everyone here has stories to tell. It felt like Oxford only with more fleece, more unkempt beards and no claret.
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