There are those who say its the journey, not the destination, that matters. One could say that about our experience so far.
Summit Camp was great! We saw some old faces as well as met some new ones. The traverse got very light by unloading over 20,000 gallons of fuel. As such, we “beakers” (scientists) had to make some tough decisions. One such decision involved our beloved Pisten Bully … peanut butter. As you can see … her speed wasn’t enough to stay ahead of the mighty Case tractors … and we were forced to put her on a cargo sled and tow her back to Thule!
The flip side, of course, is we are now riding a much faster mode of transportation – a snowmachine (snowmobile, “sled”, etc.).
There are, of course, pros and cons … we no longer have to drive all day to keep up with the tractors, but we no longer have a warm place to eat our lunch. We also are lacking in the “office space” arena … demonstrating this predicament is Thomas, who has his hands (and lap) full of GPR paraphernalia. Unfortunately, it is also very, very cold. For instance, we left Summit on a day that was -25F (ambient) with a -40F windchill factor … winds were out of the north, and we were driving smack into them. Brrr!