Tuesday, 28 January 2014

Sunday 26th January 2014

Today I had a bit of a sleep in and took things easy all morning. I cooked a Fray Bentos pie for lunch seeing it was Australia day and it was bloody great, what an amazing invention. After lunch I got ready for the field trip leaving tomorrow and once I was sorted I got some gear organised and went fishing out on West arm. 

I thought I could find access to some deep water there but it wasn't too good. There is deep water as the cliffs fall straight down in places but the sea was frozen over so I had to find a huge rock to smash through the sea ice to get my line in. I couldn't get out from the cliffs and I didn't get a bite the whole time, but it was relaxing and I enjoyed the solitude and the warm sun. There was no wildlife and the silence was deafening.

That was my Australia day. Late in the afternoon I went down to the radio shack and had a few contacts including a couple from Queensland who I had a long chat with who were celebrating Australia day. Dinner was a lamb on the spit which was a bit raw and after this we watched coast and then a crazy Australian movie that wasn't too bad.

Saturday 25th January 2014

Richard was out climbing today so I had to do the papers and then do ARPANSA followed by my washing and then Saturday duties. I spent a few hours on the radio as conditions were pretty good even with one hundred watts I worked many stations. I mostly worked Australian stations but also Cook Islands, Papua New Guinea and Japan with a few EU stations mixed in. 

Later I had a few coldies with Luc before having a roast dinner cooked by Paul. Luc and I watched a few documentaries and shot the shit till late.

Friday 24th January 2014

This morning I was going to catch up on emails but when I got to my office the deiso’s wanted a new radio for in their work shop, so I headed over to the green store to find a suitable power supply and antenna and as it will be located near people I decided to reduce the output power to one watt. I scratched around for a programming cable but for the life of me I couldn't get it to run on the laptop. I knew it worked on my PC as I used it about nine months ago, but sure enough it wouldn't work on my PC either. I got the shits and looked up the circuit for the microphone pin out on the radio to find TX, RX and GND and quickly made up a new serial cable. And sure enough this one didn't work either.

So next I tried looking up information on the software and found nothing of value. Finally I located a service manual for the radio on line and it listed the programming cable as a two section cable with a DB25 to DB9 adapter and digging around in the bottom cable draw full of shit I found the two cables in question and added a DB25 to DB9 adapter and gave it a try and sure enough it worked. I was still puzzled as to why my cable wouldn't work so I tried to buzz out the cable to see what the difference was and there was no connectivity. This had me totally buggered now so I opened up the DB25 shell and to my surprise discovered a TTL converter on a small PCB. Mystery solved, so I screwed the cables together and wrote all over them so this wouldn't happen again. 

I took the cable back to the Laptop and it wouldn't work so I thought I must have disturbed something so I pulled it all apart again finding a small solder bridge that could have been causing the problem and then reassembled the whole thing again only to discover it still was not working. Bugger me, so I took it all back again to my desk PC and it was working fine, so it turns out the laptop has a faulty serial port......arrrrrr !! 

I reprogrammed the radio in about five minutes and by now half the day was gone. Next task was to reprogram the GPS in the three Hagglunds. I messed around with OziExplorer for ages and for some weird reason it would only display one route at a time. This was not a good day. Eventually I had to use Cookies PC which worked fine and then I had to mess about changing both the Garmin rte and wpt files into a Lawrance usr file. Man, sometimes this stuff can really do your head in but eventually we got there and I took a sim card down to the dieso’s work shop and reprogrammed the three Hag GPS’s in about two minutes each. I also got a few things ready for our trip out to Twintops on Monday before knocking off for Friday’s pizza night.

Monday, 27 January 2014

Thursday 23rd January 2014

This morning I finished off doing my RTA unaccompanied personal effects. All fourteen boxes had to be weighed, measured and tie wrapped and then more consignment stickers affixed and finally they all had to be carted outside and placed into a sea container. What a job. Even though I will now be living out of a backpack for the next two months I was glad to see the last of all that shit.

After catching up on all my emails and stuff, I headed out to the magnetic absolute hut to do this week’s magnetic observations. I was yawning the whole time and after I got back to the office and checked the results before sending them off to Geoscience Australia in Canberra, I had to go up to the red shed for a nanny nap before dinner.

The Snow Petrel is the only member of the genus Pagodroma. It is one of only three birds that breed exclusively in Antarctica and has been seen at the South Pole. It has the most southerly breeding distribution of any bird. These birds look so fragile but are masters of the environment down here and they make a tasty morsel for the Skua's.

Wednesday 22nd January 2014

Today was a big day. I had to have all my unaccompanied personal effects packed, logged, listed, itemised, weighed, labelled and in the green store by days end. I thought I was in pretty good shape as I had been slowly packing up things for quite some time now, but I didn’t allow for being slushy yesterday when I was going to pack up all my radio gear. 

First I moved all my gear from the red shed down to the green store and then weighed and labelled it all. Then I got all my gear from the operations building and did the same for it. Once finished I headed off down to the transmitter building to start packing up my gear there. First I lowered and dismantled my 6m antenna which turned out to be difficult job as there was a cool breeze and my hands kept going off touching the cold metal and I had to go inside and put them on the heater to thaw them out several times which was excruciating painful. 

Once done I rolled up the cable and then went inside to pack up my amplifier. First I had to remove the massive 20 kg transformer from inside the amplifier. This was quite strait forward but took time just the same. Once separated they were both packed and labelled. Next job was to remove my HF tuner, 6m amplifier and sequencer and then remove all the redundant cabling leaving just my Flex 5000, laptop and power supply. All this gear was boxed up and labelled and then I had to carry it all outside and put it into the back of the waiting ute. I took all this gear up to the green store and weighed it all and then added more stickers to everything and wrote numbers all over everything. 

Well that was the hard bit out of the way and by now my back was killing me. I went back to the office to create a new consignment on the computer which is quite a tricky procedure. Every time I got to a certain question the computer would freeze. I did this about three times wasting about an hour and a half before coming to the conclusion Google Chrome is not compatible with the econ application and so I switched to Internet Explorer and then it worked, but by now it was past five and John our store man / FTO had gone home, so the rest would have to wait for tomorrow. 

While all this was going on a rare phenomenon for Mawson took place. It snowed most of the day with large fluffy flakes falling straight down and not sideways. It was beautiful and I wish I had more time to watch and enjoy it. It turned everything white including the sea ice and things looked clean and beautiful once again.

And now for something completely different, so far we have bottled about 2500 bottles of homebrew and drank around 1500 bottles.

Friday, 24 January 2014


Houston; we have a problem.........

The sea is still frozen out to a distance of 30 miles and then there is heavy pack ice out another 20 miles preventing the ship reaching us. It was to come and get us first and then go onto Davis and then Casey before returning to Hobart, but now they are going to go to Casey and Davis first and hope the extra couple of weeks will break out our sea ice and they can pick us up last.

If the sea ice doesn't break out, they will leave us here and return to Hobart to get helicopters to try and fly us out. So, with plan one the ship won't get here till the 19th Feb and if they have to go back and get helicopters they won't get here until 1st April.

We are a couple of weeks past the summer solstice so things are cooling down and the sea is refreezing over night, so it is my guess that unless we get a major blizzard that can blow out all the sea ice we are stuck here and will have to be extracted by helicopters.

We have emergency rations for another year but maybe not enough fuel. I'm sure they will get us out with helicopters no problem, but it's any ones guess when I will get home now?

Thursday, 23 January 2014

Tuesday 21st January 2014

Today I was slushy hopefully for the last time. I worked flat out all day and during my break I spent my time packing for tomorrows RTA deadline. I also managed to put on a load of washing and after dinner we had a meeting for a planned three day field trip 80kms out to Mt Twintops to do some survey work for a possible future snow runway.

On a sad note, out of the 4000 nesting Adélie penguins on Bechervaise Island this year, only 150 chicks have survived to date out of the 8000 eggs laid due to the heat and the sea ice remaining this late in the year as far out as 100 miles. This is a very sad event but it occurs on average around every twelve years. The skua's must be having a field day out there.

Four of the guys took the floating rescue craft out to Bechervaise Island to see if it would be possible to rescue the two biologists over there if we had to. They had fun falling through the ice on many occasions but proved it could be done easily if need be. They also took them out some fresh food and treats and the girls were amazed and thrilled to see the guy's turn up and very appreciative.

Monday 20th January 2014

I woke up today very sore and tired. The spare ARPANSA detector we had been using crashed in the heat again so we had to configure the main unit to go on line. I spent most of the morning fixing the faulty switch mode power supply in the Blizz FM transmitter. As I expected there were faulty electrolytic capacitors among the tuned circuits preventing the power supply from oscillating and when I replaced the forth one it came back to life. 

I heard Geoff on the radio say that a large chunk of ice just broke off west bay ice cliffs crashing into the water through the sea ice making a huge noise and a large splash with huge waves. I was on my way up that way to install the Blizz FM transmitter, so I thought I'd check it out while I'm up there. On the way I dropped into the ANARESAT building to reset the antenna tracking control unit where I bumped into Geoff on his way up to check out the ice cliffs. I installed the Blizz FM transmitter and then went over to where Geoff was. 

The ice had smashed through the sea ice and there was debris everywhere. I took a few photos to compare the before and after and then I went down to the deiso’s workshop to get a large spanner to take back up the hill to tighten the bolts on the transceivers mast base plate. I had to make this trip several times before I got the right size spanner and by the time had I got it done I was knackered, so I headed down to the transmitter building to see what conditions were like. Propagation was fantastic and I worked a lot of Australian stations before I took a break for dinner. Later I came back and worked a hundred or so stations from all around the world including America, Europe, PNG and my mate in Green Land once again.

When we first arrived
After the first ice fall in May
After the first ice fall in May
After the second ice fall today

Wednesday, 22 January 2014

Sunday 19th January 2014

Today John, Richard, Peter.C and I left station at 10:30 to attempt to climb Fang Peak in the David Range. We arrived at Fang hut at 12:00 after a bumpy ride through the sastrugi. Almost all the melt streams were frozen and all the slushy areas and lakes from last weekend were totally frozen. This place can change so fast this time of year. We did manage to find one stream still flowing to fill our water bottles with the purest water on earth.

Strait away we got stuck into the climb starting out with a large scree slope which was quite good walking as it was locked in and didn't slide like it usually does when you walk in scree. Once high up on the saddle the climb started in earnest along the rugged ridge line. Several places were very exposed where we were jumping from boulder to boulder with very steep cliffs either side. Eventually the climb got so steep and exposed we had to break out the ropes which we pretty well had to use for the rest of the climb. I came across a snow pigeons nest in the rocks and they let me know I wasn't welcome.

John and Richard were great setting up all the anchors and giving me a lot of encouragement as I tackled the near vertical rock face. It was definitely the hardest and scariest climb I have tackled to date. Even though I had the security of being tethered, hanging by the tips of your fingers a thousand feet up with a vertical drop makes you really focus on the task at hand rather than looking around admiring the view. I was still feeling a little off colour with the absis on my tooth and the medication I was taking and I really found it a strenuous climb straining and reaching for tiny hand and foot holds. Mountain climbing is psychological just as much as it is physical. It’s almost constant terror and massive adrenalin surges where you really challenge yourself.

 Finally we made it to Hillary’s step, a nice large ledge only four meters from the summit where I could rest and relax while John free climbed to install the last pitons to belay us up. It was lovely relaxing in the warm sun taking in the view out of the wind. Finally the moment came I was dreading, climbing the final four meters to the summit up a small crack that was an overhang with a thousand foot vertical drop below. There were virtually no hand or foot holds and I was shitting myself. This part of the climb was in the shade and exposed to the wind and my hands were freezing and on the verge of going off so I had to move quickly or I would be in deep shit. With sore bleeding fingers I managed to lift my feet as high as I could and reach out as far as I could to find the tiniest cracks in the rock to heave myself to the summit and finally I was there. 

The view of course was incredible and after the obligatory hi fives and photos we sat back to take it all in while John filled out the visitors book, tiny bits of paper inside a very old curry powder tin hidden in the rocks. I was dreading the climb back down and I was hoping we were going to abseil back down and get it over and done with as quick as we could, but John announced it would be best to climb back down. Richard announced that there appeared to be an easier way down on the northern side and he scurried off like a gecko over the side and out of view. He yelled out from Hillary’s step that it was okay that way and John said to me off you go. 

I was shitting myself not knowing what to expect as I lowered myself over the edge trying to find footholds without being able to see my feet. I was out of sight of the others very exposed on a sheer rock face with the Hag a thousand feet directly below trying to stay calm and focus on the task. Slowly I made my way back down until I reached a small ledge where I could inch my way around back to where Richard was. Time to start breathing again while I waited for Peter and John to get down. 

Once John had anchored himself, Richard went over the side for the first of several long belays. Next to go was me. To my delight I found it much easier going back down. It was still extremely hard work and scary but I felt more confident as I knew the path and with each step I knew I was getting closer to the saddle. By the time I got to our packs at the end of the last belay line I was knackered and my hips and knees were quite sore. From here it was a leap frog from boulder to boulder with only five hundred foot vertical cliffs to mess with your brain on each side and eventually we made it along the spine to the saddle where we started the steep descent back down the scree slope. 

Finally we reached the Hag and I was exhausted and mentally drained. We didn't hang about too long before I started the long drive back to the station. The trip back was rather uneventful, the melt streams and lakes were still frozen making easy going over the rough terrain.  At one point I stopped to take a photo of the track. It looked like a muddy 4WD track through the Kimberley, but frozen and clear. I stepped out of the Hag and the surface was like glass and I went A over T and landed quite heavy laughing my eyeballs out. (ROFL) I think I broke every bone in my body and got concussion when my head hit the ice, but looking back up at the Hag at the three heads poking out to see if I was alright only made me laugh harder. 

We stopped near a large lake east of Gwamm that had me puzzled last Sunday when I drove past with Luc. Last Sunday the large lake had many icebergs that appeared to be floating in it. There were too many slots in the area to take a closer look so we just continued on, puzzled. This time the lake had drained and there were huge ice blocks scattered everywhere. After a good long reconnaissance through the telephoto lens I speculated there must be a submerged rocky knoll under the ice under extreme pressure and the lake water might have flowed down through cracks and lubricated the underside of the ice causing a slip and a massive release of pressure as what happens in an earthquake, blasting out huge blocks of ice in all directions. There was a huge amount of devastation and it must have been awesome to see it happen. I have always treated the ice cliffs with caution, but this just goes to show the immense forces at play in the ice sheet can have destructive forces where you may least expect it. 

Back at the station around seven o'clock, after we had unloaded and refuelled the Hag, I did the ARPANSA filter change, got myself some tucker and then wound down with a few beers with Geoff.

Snow pigeons nest

On the summit at last

Mt Parsons
Mt Elliot
Southern Masson
Fang hut and the Hag 1000' below
Welch Island and no water for 100 miles

Coming back down the scree slope

Filling the water bottles with the cleanest water on earth

Saturday 18th January 2014

At around 7am the power went off for about forty minutes, then we got a fire alarm and I couldn't see to get dressed, it was a false alarm but by now my sleep-in was ruined. After breakfast I reset the antenna tracking system on the ANARESAT antenna and then went up to the transceivers hut to investigate why our local radio station Blizz FM was not working after the power outage and I discovered its power supply was no longer working, so I removed the transmitter to take back to the workshop for further investigation. 

I spent a few hours on the radio chatting to people back in Australia and after dinner Luc and I talked shit out on East arm while watching the sunset and moonrise at the same time, it was a really spectacular view. When the sun went down a breeze came up and instantly I started to become hypothermic during the long walk back to the red shed wearing only a T-shirt.

View of Mt Henderson from East arm

Friday 17th January 2014

This morning the electricians complained of long latency with their electronic control and monitoring of the MPH. I fixed problem by rebooting the switch in the MPH. For some reason the VoIP phone was causing runt packets. I did ARPANSA and put on a load of washing and then later hung it out. After lunch I performed this week’s magnetic observations and there was very little magnetic activity and I got some really accurate results. Following this I tried to setup a new web camera for the Operations building but had problems with the software and eventually ran out of time.

The sun has been above the horizon constantly since 30th November of last year but on the night of 13th and 14th January we witnessed the sun dipped below the horizon again. The night started at 12:49 and the sun came back up at 01:06. So, we had a night lasting 17 minutes.

From now on the nights will get longer and longer and in a week's time the nights will get longer by an average of 12 minutes per day. By the end of January the night time will last for nearly five hours!

Thursday 16th January 2014

Well today wasn't very exciting. After doing ARPANSA I spent the whole day cleaning up and removing old files from the file server and several PC’s I have been using throughout the year. I also managed to find my MixW log file that is a hidden compatibility file whatever that is? At least now I know it is getting backed up and is on my laptop ready to take home with me. After work I enjoyed a couple of coldies out on east arm away from the MPH in total silence watching the ice move back and forth from the gentle swell rolling through. 

On these still clam days it’s possible to watch the tide rise and fall before your eyes, something that I have never witnessed before. The only thing to break the silence is the odd penguin calling out and the sea ice crushing together now and then. The nights are getting colder now and the open water is covered in grease ice every morning so if the sea ice doesn't blow out soon the sea is going to refreeze and lock all the ice back in. Normally the sea ice would have broken out by this time of year.

Grease ice forming over night every day now

Thursday, 16 January 2014

Power generation at Mawson station

At Mawson, the main power house (MPH) is powered by 4 Caterpillar 3306, turbo-charged generator sets, each of 125 kW capacity. All are fitted with Stamford alternators. Depending on the energy requirements, up to 3 of these generators run at any one time.

The emergency power house (EPH) at Mawson is equipped with 1 Caterpillar V12 turbo-charged generator with a capacity of 384 kW.

The Mawson power supply is also boosted with two wind powered turbines which can supply up to 95% of the station's power requirements in times of high winds. These two turbines reduce the amount of diesel fuel required by over two thirds, from 600,000 litres a year to less than 200,000 litres. The wind turbines also save 1,500 tonnes of CO2 a year from being released into the environment.

These wind powered turbines are made in Germany by Enercon and some of their specifications are;

Rated power: 330 kW
Rotor diameter: 33.4 m
Hub height: 50 m
Turbine concept: Gearless, variable speed, single blade pitch adjustment
Type: Upwind rotor with active pitch control
Rotation direction: Clockwise
No of blades: 3
Sweep area: 876 m²
Blade material: GRP (epoxy resin)
Rotational speed: Variable, 18 - 45 rpm
Main bearing: Tapered roller bearing pair
Generator: ENERCON direct-drive annular generator

Power is distributed around the station in a ring feed (for redundancy) on raised cable trays. Should there be a fire or a cable damaged power can be quickly distributed from another direction.

MPH control room
Engine room
EPH engine room
Enercon 330 kW wind powered turbine

Wednesday, 15 January 2014

Wednesday 15th January 2014

Today it was very cold and windy and I was annoyed that I had to wear a jacket, hat and gloves. I went out to East arm to collect my camera first thing and then went to the office. In one of my emails was a request to go out to East arm to measure up some equipment....doh.

After ARPANSA I got some packing tape and made labels for my packing boxes. I had to see the doctor about my tooth again. I have a hole in the side of my gum with the root of the tooth exposed. The antibiotics seem to be working well, but I still have pain and a foul taste in my mouth. I went back out to East arm to make the measurements and then I spent a couple of hours working out a problem on a computer. 

After work I had a spa and read some more of my book and then later I worked on my blog and watched some TV in the cinema.

Tuesday 14th January 2014

My tooth felt a bit better today, so it seems like the antibiotics are working but it’s still very painful to chew on anything. I down loaded the results from the data logger I installed in the ARPANSA bleed air and printed a graph.  I also took a heap of gear back to the field store, deiso’s workshop, ANARESAT building and the RTA clothing bin in the green store. I installed the data logger back in the ARPANSA bleed air to run for another week. After work I spent quite a bit of time on my logging program and then I worked on my blog until late trying to catch up.

Tuesday, 14 January 2014

Monday 13th January 2014

I hardly got any sleep last night as I have an abscess on my rear molar and a major tooth ache. I saw the doctor and he has put me on antibiotics for two weeks to hopefully clear up the infection otherwise it will have to be ripped out with a pair of pliers. With a bit of luck it will get me through until I can see a dentist back in Australia.

Richard was still away so I had to do ARPANSA, down load tonight's Dakar and print the news papers. I had to go out on East arm to measure the termination resistors on the terminated triangle antennas. In the afternoon I spent about three hours packing up my gear and cloths to be RTA’ed. I checked my radio but the bands were all dead. Like last night I had a beer in the sun out on East arm while watching the penguins and seals swimming. In the evening I watched a brilliant documentary with Luc about all the old steam engines still in use today in China.

Sunday 12th January 2014

Today I woke up sun burnt and very tired. While doing my Saturday chores, washing and vacuum cleaning, sucked up the geo-mag thumb drive and it took me over an hour to find it again and I made a hell of a mess in the process. I then down loaded Dakar and printed the news papers. 

After a bite to eat I went and did ARPANSA and then went for long walk out on East arm and setup my time laps camera to film the sea ice moving. It was such a nice day I went back to the red shed and got a home brew and I had a beer in the sun out on East arm while watching the penguins and seals swimming. 

Saturday 11th January 2014

Today around nine o'clock Luc and I headed off up the plateau to the Southern Masson range where I haven't been before. The trip up the plateau was pretty exciting as even though the snow had a solid crust on it, there were numerous melt streams to cross over. At first I took it very cautiously as I didn't know how the Hagglunds would handle the fast flowing streams but I needn't have worried as it just cruised along without a worry. These vehicles truly are an all terrain vehicle that can go almost anywhere.

Once we levelled out the surface became very water logged and sloppy yet the Hag showed no sign of slipping of loosing traction even when we broke through some really deep holes. We pulled in at Rum doodle hut as Luc was hungry and wanted to have a smoko. While Luc was having a brew and a bit of a chomp, I was outside scouting around at one last attempt of finding the old Rum doodle rock once again without success. After a while Luc joined me and we came to the conclusion the rock had been bulldozed into a pile next to the present day shack. It was amazing to compare the 1960 photographs with today’s landscape. All the glacial erratics in the moraine line at Rum doodle had moved about ten meters and some had toppled over or sunk into the blue ice. 

While poking around I sighted something unusual under a large boulder. It looked like a wooden box and I started to dig it out. Finally I got it out and it felt like there was a bottle inside. I was thinking 1960 vintage whisky or grange and we excitedly took it back to the shack to try and get the screws out. It took a while but we finally got it open and removed all the insulation only to be let down by a Bundy bear on the cap. There was a note inside and it was only stashed February last year. We added our own note and contact details and re-stashed it concealing it a bit better than it was previously.

The lake in front of the hut was now liquid and we had to walk a long way around back to the Hag. 

From Rum doodle we headed off down the S-cane line in unfamiliar country towards the Southern Massons. The blue ice was now all white and the higher we got the melt stopped and we had to contend with stastrugi. We crossed the main moraine line that is usually completely covered by blue ice and it was open in places allowing you to see all the boulders, rocks and millions of tons of gravel. It’s really amazing how all this is just flotsam floating down a current in a slow moving ocean of ice. Finally around midday we picked our way through small slots and entered the Southern Masson’s. It’s quite a small range but very divers. 

We first went to a huge wind scour on the Northern most point of Trost peak at 937 meters elevation. There was a frozen lake at the bottom with a waterfall coming down the top of the wind scour flowing under the lake. We climbed to the top of the scour and looked back to a magnificent view. I was being cautious and parked the Hag at the entrance to the scour but I could have driven it all the way down to the lake. On the drive in I stayed on the blue ice where I could see all the slots to avoid them, but on the way out I decided to drive on the snow for better traction on the steep descent and all of a sudden there was a loud bang and a big jolt as the ice collapsed out from under us as we broke through a small crevasse. I drove out of it and pulled up for a look and a few photos. It was a good wakeup call how easy it is to get gobbled up by one of these bottomless monsters. 

Without further incident we travelled to four other peaks and several wind scours circumnavigating the whole range. At one stage I got a bit too close to a massive ice cliff realising at the last minute and turning away. It is nearly impossible to distinguish a cliff, wave or a slope in the ice as it’s all the same colour and texture and you have to be spot on with your navigation and awareness. A couple of times Luc sent me towards these obstacles just as a joke and to see if I was switched on or not. At six o'clock instead of climbing the majestic 970 meter high ridge, we had had enough after all the steep scree slopes we had been climbing all day, so I drove around the back to the polar side and drove up within ten meters of the summit and then just walked up. It was a spectacular view and we sat there for forty minutes taking it all in. Finally we rounded the Northern end of the range to where we started from and headed back towards Rum doodle. 

After the days warm sun the whole trip back was through slosh and melt water and fast flowing streams. Once again the Hag performed flawlessly. We pulled up at GWAMM for drinks and nibbles next to a melt stream for an hour or so till almost ten o'clock and it was a fitting way to end such a magnificent jolly. We rolled onto station right on ten o'clock, sunburned and exhausted but with a grin from ear to ear after such an awesome day.

Where the ice had exploded out draining the lake

And just think, I am getting paid to do this.