Sam plays Cupid ~
Here is his unedited e-mail that arrived just in time for our
Valentine evening:
"As I'm on my way to take a shower I run into Chuck. Hmm, before
I continue, allow me to tell you how much I appreciate a good
shower after all those days without one. Anyway, so I run into
Chuck and ask him if there is any news. "Yep, we're flying, we got
a short window, they will take us to the runway in about an
hour."
I enjoy the shower, get my stuff together and as Dixie and I are
pulling the heavy outer door behind us shut we can already hear the
humming sound of the orange, prehistorical snowtank. A lot of our
Russian friends are coming along to wave us goodbye. Progress has
been good to us. It's about an hour of driving to the runway and
again the beauty of this area strikes me. I feel very grateful we
could be here and witness this part of Antarctica.
An hour of being tossed around in this noisy transportation
device is just about enough. It is amazing though how those
caterpillars dig their way through soft snow and crawl up and down
the steepest hills. Anyway, the Basler is waiting for us and before
we are truely standing still Chuck and his three comrades start
digging out our aircraft and are preparing this mighty Iron Bird
for the 8 and a half hour flight to Novo. We are invited into a
little container next to the airstrip and enjoy some coffee and
cookies with the Russians. Somehow everybody is still thinking we
are starving. But I don't mind... I could eat 6 times a day no
problem. As the airstrip cook starts warming up his pans to do some
more serious cooking we have to go. But somehow the Russians stall
our Canadian Basler crew long enough so we can enjoy some
cotage-cheese pancakes made by our great cook.
Soon enough we are up in the air and as I look around again I
fall completely silent inside. It is so beautiful, this coastal
area. The ice from the plateau that plunges into the ice, drawing
row after row of crevasse only to become these great icebergs in
the sea. The clouds are dark and grey above the sea, white and
light above the plateau. The rocky mountains are darting in between
all of this, sticking out proudly and clearly marking and guarding
the border of this amazing continent. Real soon we are flying above
the plateau again. Endless white plains stretching out as far as
the eye can see. You can clearly see all the sastrugi, even from
this height. Again I start to look at our trip in a different way,
we truely travelled amazing distances. Not so long ago, Dixie and I
were just two specks of breathing, warm flesh in this icy desert
forsaken of all life.
The 8 and a half hours fly by as I am reading on my iPod and
enjoy a good nap. Dixie and I share some food and water and after
about 6 hours Dixie draws my attention. Talking is kind of
difficult since we are wearing ear -plugs. That really is a
downside of those baslers, they are so very, very noisy. Anyway, so
Dixie draws my attention and to our right we can see the
Belgica-mountains. Really beautiful, once again. My silly attempts
trying to describe this sight is doing no justice to it all. Let me
just say that again I felt very lucky and blessed getting to
experience all of this.
Not too much later we were in Novo again. We were warmly
welcomed by the Russians. We know these people and Novo kind of
feels like coming home. As we are transporting our luggage in a
container the cook comes to us, shakes our hands enthousistically
and invites us inside to come have lunch. There is a time
difference of 5 hours so we kind of missed lunch but as I already
said, one meal more or less, I don't care. There are very few
people here. The season is over and everybody is cleaning up
everything. There is a very special athmosphere here right now,
very quiet.
Because of the storm that has been raging here for the last 5
days things look utterly different here! There are huge dunes of up
to 3 meters around the containers. It looks very impressive and we
have to climb two of these huge dunes in order to get to the
mess-tent. The forces of nature here keep surprising me.
After lunch/dinner we get all our stuff out of the sleds and
arrange it in a container here so it can dry. It is really dawning
to me right now, this adventure is over. For 4 years Dixie has been
gathering all this material.
We have so many great sponsors who have been delivering us all
this great stuff. Our live depended on a lot of these things, other
things made our lives out there so much easier. All our stuff has
been so good for us.
Nonetheless, a lot of things starting breaking down near the end
of the expedition. I can tell a lot of stories about that but
that's for later, let me just say some things can only handle so
much sastrugi and so many repairs.
We got a bottle of Champagne from our wonderful
headquarters-team, Julie and Stefan. This expedition would not have
been the same without them.
They did so very, very much for us and our gratitute towards
them is endless. Dixie and I are going to have a little party
here."