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WELCOME TO MY E-MAIL PAGE. This is where I will post my "Hello All" e-mails and other significant e-mails that I felt are significant or humorous (that are shareable of course) in chronological order. I'm sure you'll say by the end of the page (if you manage to get that far) "This was a waste of time", but I hope you find some humor or something interesting in there to make it worth while. NOTE: Letters to Dad and Barley are e-mails between Barley and me (DUH!). I've included them because I felt they were humorous and because Barley is my favorite buddy, even though his sense of humor is a bit skewed from mine.
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Hey Everybody,
My penguin timer tells me that there are 29 days left before I am freed from the icy grips of the South Pole, and only 16 days until we see our first flight to arrive bringing much desired fresh fruit and all kinds of unwanted guests to our private home on the ice.
Even though we are almost done, a few of us started getting restless and wanted to start knocking that little old ball around the course. Well, we are not ones to wait for trivial things like warm weather, green grass, etc. to play golf. Instead, we decided to put in our own 9 hole course and play last weekend. This was complete with tee boxes, course map, score cards, and greens. We decided to eliminate the course marshals and that we didn’t need to be concerned with replacing divots. I think we forgot to hire a drink cart girl though, because I never saw her the whole round. Even though it is spring time here, we felt we could adapt winter rules for our play. After all, it was 80 below zero here.
I have finally added new content to my web page (photos of the golf tournament), which can be seen here http://www.gregsfrontporch.com/South%20Pole%20Invitational/index.html
Be sure to take a look.
If I get enough harassment, I could be motivated to add photos of the ice tunnels where I worked for three miserable weeks last month (thanks Master Dave Bates).
In the mean time, I’m going to continue dreaming of lying on the beach with a cool tropical drink and lots of scantily clad bathing beauties.
See ya soon,
Greg
July 10, 2006
The Lunacy Never Ends
As of today, one more crazy act is behind me.
The temperature finally dropped below -100 F today. The official time was 0502 7/10/06 when it hit -100 and has been there all day.
Of course, as soon as it hit -100, folks started heading down to the sauna for the 300 club. That is, sitting in the sauna till it reaches +200, then running naked outside and once around the pole.
I just got my initiation a few minutes ago. The temperature was -102.3 with a wind-chill of -145, the physio elevation was 11,080 feet.
People have been running naked down the hall and outside all day, some of them going two or three times. For me, once was enough. The cold wasn’t a big deal. When you sit in the sauna to 200 your body stores a lot of heat. For me the big problem was freezing my lungs. I think I did a pretty good number on them today. As I said, the physiological altitude is currently 11,080, which means that in order to get any oxygen in your lungs you have to breathe pretty hard. Silly me, instead of walking like everyone else, I trotted out there, and now I seem to be paying the price.
Oh Well. Where else, but the South Pole?
June 21, 2006
Hello All,
Happy Solstice! To most of you it is a summer solstice. I would gamble that a majority of you have never received a solstice greeting before. Until now, neither have I. Let me assure you, from my perspective the solstice is pretty significant! It is a winter solstice here. This means the sun is on its way back in my direction to soon rise in the north and your days will start getting shorter! I sure do miss those evenings sitting in the backyard with a fire and my dog and it is just starting to get dark at 8:30/9:00. I suppose I will see those days again soon enough.
It has been a while since I have sent out a “Hello All”. The reason for that is there really isn’t much to say. It is dark. It is cold, and everyday is the same. We work 9 hours a day, 6 days a week. I see the same people everyday, eat in the same place and am confined to a small piece of ice.
I have watched enough movies to last a life time, and have taken up reading Louis L’amore. I can get one or two Louis L’s down a day. You know the feeling when you go to Blockbuster and just stare at the shelves because there isn’t anything new or interesting to watch? Imagine what that stare becomes when you look at our movie shelves. We have a pretty good collection considering the resources, but by now it is really getting old. Tonight, I think I am watching “The Sound of Music”. To be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before.
If you’ve gotten this far in my letter you may be getting the hint that this is going to be a letter of gloom and pity. I promise not to fill it full of melancholic news, but I think it is important to share my experience of this winter’s social experiment. To be sure, my attitude is going down hill. For those of you that know me, know that I don’t have the brightest of personalities to begin with, so you can imagine what it is like being around me by this time of year. I’m not quite as gruff as say, Sam Elliot’s character in “We Were Soldiers” (for those of you who haven’t seen it, he was a damn scary character), but you wouldn’t expect to hear a cheery “good morning” from me for a few months yet.
It is an interesting place here in many ways. I have seen the summer activity here. There are many people that have spent numerous summer seasons without staying a winter. To them, I say they have not experienced the South Pole in full. In the summer, the station is full of activity. There are lots of people coming through the station. The sun is shining 24 and 7. Everything is bright and white. I remember seeing my first sundog in December. I was excited for several days following that experience.
I got to fly back to McMurdo for R&R in January. That was a beautiful trip. I would say that flying over the Transantarctic range is more exciting than flying over the Rockies, especially when you have spent 3 months isolated in the flatness of the south pole. In late February we saw our last plane leave. We looked around us and saw the only 63 other faces that we would see for the next 8 months. This was a time of excitement. The sun was still up, we had seen everyone leave, and it was a relief. We were all glad to settle into our winter home. The sun began to set, and seemeds to take weeks to go down. Everyday the sun got lower on the horizon there was a new scene to see outside. After it had set the sunlight was still visible over the horizon for many days, even weeks. Once the sunlight had gone completely it became very dark here, and has been for a couple of months.
There are those here that were glad to see the sun go. They refered to it as “The Death Star”. I think that was just their way of saying “I’m tough and ready, bring on the winter”. I was certainly interested in seeing a polar night, but I don’t think I could totally dismiss the pleasure of sunlight with such enthusiasm.
Now that the sun is gone, the night is upon us. The stars shine in the sky when the sky is clear. The auroras light up the sky. They are incredible to see, but they are not always active. You have to catch them at the right time. Sometimes they are brilliant with green, red and blue lights dancing like clouds on a very windy day. They are not clouds though and there is no wind blowing them around. Other times they are simply green ribbons going across the sky. Seeing the sights I have in the sky down here have been worth the trip itself.
The moon just seems to appear in the sky at times. I have been outside when it is pitch black out, then the next day everything is lit up with moonlight as the moon is sitting high in the sky. It is surprising how quickly it can pop up. When the moon shines, this is a whole different place. There are incredible shadows from the buildings and the sastrugi. Sastrugi is the name for the formations made by the blowing snow. They are kind of like miniature sand stone formations. Do a Google search on Sastrugi, you’ll certainly find a lot of pictures. The snow forms a hard crust that makes a loud sound when you walk on it. It is really hard to describe this sound. You will just have to visit the continent in the winter to experience that for yourself.
So far, the temperatures have not gotten much colder than those I had experienced in early/late summer. There were a couple of days that have gotten in the 90’s and several in the 80’s, but it seems we have had many days in the 60’s this season. I have even seen it get into the 30’s once this winter. The reason for the warm temperatures is that there has been a steady wind blowing most of the time. It’s never been more than about 20 something knots, usually about 10 knots or so, but this has been enough to keep it warm. We have not see a minus 100 yet, so we have yet to have a 300 club. The 300 club involves sitting in the sauna to a temperature of +200 while it is -100 outside, then running outside without clothes for a quick trip around the pole. Yes, I will do it too!
As I said earlier, we are now into the social experiment phase of the season. This is the time of the season where we all begin looking for and pushing the buttons of our co-workers. The result we are looking for is what we call “watching the monkey dance”. If you push the right buttons, you will get a reaction and the monkey will dance for you. We are all doing it. I asked Liesl our station manager the other day how she is able to rise above it and not play the organ grinder. Her reply was that there was enough of it going on that all she has to do is sit back and watch the show. This place is like high school all over again.
What is going on is that we are all bored and there is nothing better to do than stick your neighbor with a pin (figuratively) to see them jump. Of course there are some here who are better at pushing buttons than others. There are also those that are better at hiding their buttons (though we all have them). Me I am afraid to say, seem to wear my buttons right down the front of my shirt. I just maintain a gruff enough attitude that only the biggest and worst of the organ grinders try to get to them. The down side is that I get the biggest and the worst of them to play my song. Boy you should see me dance!
I think of home quite a bit. I miss the sound of rain, or a car passing down the street. The sound of children playing. I miss my dog, and jumping on the truck on the way to a fire call. I think a lot about the landscape back home. I look forward to seeing the desert mesas and arroyos of New Mexico as well as the Front Range of the Rockies. I look forward to eating good New Mexican food and sipping margaritas in Northern Mexico. I miss all of my friends, a frequent round of golf, and having a cigar with a Guinness in the bar on Sundays. These things all seem so remote from where I am now. Maybe they seem that way because they are.
My penguin timer tells me that I still have more than four months before I will see the next airplane. It will then be several months beyond that before I will get to enjoy the many comforts of home. I expect to go around the world on a diving trip. I hope to visit Australia, Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, Hong Kong, Eqypt, Jordan, Brazil, Costa Rica, perhaps Cuba and Mexico before returning home. I wonder if anyone will recognize me by the time I return?
I know this letter has gone on much too long. Good thing I didn’t have much to say. I ask that you bear with me a few moments longer and enjoy the following words by my buddy Jeff De Rosa. I felt impelled to share his words with you as he has a great way of saying things. Jeff wrote this for his blog www.jeffderosa.blogspot.com He has a lot of good stuff on his blog about the pole, however I caution you that you may see more of us than you care to if you look at his page!
So with this, I wish you all a “Happy Solstice”. Please check out my web page at www.gregsfrontporch.com and go to the MID-WINTER link or click on this link http://www.gregsfrontporch.com/Mid%20Winter/mid-winter.htm and see the mid winter greetings shared by the Antarctic stations this year. There are lots of them there to see. It is almost like posting holiday cards on the mantle. This time of year has taken on so much more meaning than I originally thought after reading them all.
I miss you all very much,
Greg
Winter
is tough, no doubt, but it is that element of struggle that makes it so special…
so rewarding… so unique. Anyone can come down here and spend a month or two
during the summer-time but the same is not true for the winter months. It takes
incredible resilience to endure the trial of a South Pole Winter.
For those not allergic, a single bee sting is no big deal. But what if there is
more than one bee? We all understand the difference between a few bees and a
swarm. People who winter-over at the South Pole are forced to deal with a swarm
of little challenges, none of which are a big deal on their own. But that’s how
they sneak up on you, because stressors that would seemingly pose little threat
have brought friends and that gang really, REALLY wants to kick your ass!
So without further ado, I bring to you the members of the South Pole Gang:
COLD: It’s unanimous. Cold is the leader of this gang and he (yes, cold is a
“he.” Don’t argue, just accept it) is the one member of this clan that can take
you out all by himself. We do our best to battle cold with government issued
weapons of mass destruction including generators, solid walls, gloves, parkas,
bunny boots, heat packs, etc… but still, Cold manages to do a number on our own
gang of 64, basically making it unbearable to go outside for too long. You’ve
all seen George’s ear, and I now have a big bubbly blister on the bridge of my
nose because of Cold. Curse you cold. CURSE YOU!
DARK: By shear brute force, Cold was made leader of the gang but everyone knows
that Dark is what nurtures the entire clan. What Cold does to us physically…
that’s what Dark does to us mentally. Dark penetrates even our best defenses. We
fight her off with artificial light, but dark knows that artificial light can’t
substitute the benefits of good old fashioned sunlight. Dark fights us mentally.
She alters our sleep cycles, creates chemical changes in our bodies, and turns
all of our skin butt-white. Yeah… Me and Dark are gonna have some words with one
another real soon…
DRYNESS: Dryness fights you from the inside and out. As if it wasn’t bad enough
that Dark leaves us pale and miserable, dryness creeps in and turns that pale
skin red with irritation as empty lotion bottles litter the station. Internally,
dryness makes you thirsty… all the time. I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again:
Drink and pee drink and pee drink and pee drink and pee drink and pee drink and
pee drink and pee drink and pee drink and pee drink and pee drink and pee… I
believe I’ve already taken four or five years off of my bladder.
ELEVATION: Elevation makes the event of crawling out of bed a cardiovascular
workout. Perhaps this is why I lost thirty pounds during my first three months
here? BOOO ELEVATION!
LANDSCAPE: Flat and White… it’s like spending a winter in North Dakota without
the luxurious option of going to Fargo to get piss drunk before passing out on
the linoleum floor of your buddy’s bathroom. Wait… what???
TIME: Cold is the kingpin here, but I am of the persuasion that Time is actually
running things behind Cold’s back… sort of like what Tony Soprano is to Junior
Soprano in Season One (which I just watched this past week because what else am
I to do?). Without time, none of these other gang members affect us in any way.
Time however… man, that’s a daunting calendar. My Penguin Timer tells me that I
leave inexactly five months to the day. I wonder if I will be clinically insane
by then, or only by the standards of those who currently love me but will change
their minds as soon as I come home all hairy drooling over myself while flinging
that drool across the room with my disconcerting twitch.
ISOLATION: No Fruit. No Mail. No option for vacation. No option to leave even if
my over-used bladder decided to fall out of my ass (hopefully that doesn’t
happen), no car, no where to drive a car even if I had one, no radio, no live
sports, no trips downtown or to the beach or to the woods or… anywhere except
for ¼ of a mile away from station where Cold will track you down and beat you to
death if you stay in his neighborhood for too long, No shopping… for that
matter… no doing anything for yourself… cooking, bathing (not that someone
bathes us… but we really don’t bathe here), thinking… no trips to the movies or
the restaurant before the movies, no… I’ll stop because I’m whining.
WEATHER: Clear and cold. Clear and cold. Clear and cold. Clear and cold. Windy.
Blowing snow. Clear and cold. Clear and cold.
OUR OWN GANG: I’ve been looking at the same 63 faces since… for a long… long
time. All good people… but damn.OK, whatever. I’ve spent far too much time
writing this when I should be putting my energy into something else like…
staring across the room at the wall on the far end with my mouth agape.
Jeff De Rosa
4/23/06
4/20/06
Dad,I got my first rabbit today, I tumbled several times in the chase but I nabbed the little guy. Of course Grammy started to yell at me as I came around the corner with him in my mouth. So I dropped him. Still a victory!!!!Oh by the way, I'm scheduled to be snake trained on the 29th of April. Grammy can't take me, cuz she has a class to teach, but Uncle Bill will take me. I'm not scared of no snake!!!!I'm going to cool of in the swimming pool now.Later, Barley
4/14/06
Dad,We were on a regular walk over the mountains, and today I came in contact with my first rattle snake. Dad I almost got bit by the snake, I was only 2 to 3 feet away from him when grammy yielded at me to move. Oh my God!!!! I have to do snake training when it becomes available. My lil brother and Data have been snake trained and they knew to stay away.Dad it was something else!!!No, Grammy did not have the camera, she says if she had the camera she would have taken a picture of the snake and sent it to you.I have to rest now!!!Barley
4/11/06
4/6/06
3/2/06
Can you believe it? Two "Hellos All"s in one week.
2/26/06
Well it has happened. The last flight of the season has come and gone. I was sitting in comms tracking the flight. They left in a blaze followed by a billowing contrail, turned 180 degrees and did a flyby over our skiway. Most of the station was out on the deck waving the plane off. It was a dramatic moment. As I was in communication with the aircraft, I was able to pass on a hearty thank you from all at the pole, and wished them a successful service in their next support assignment.
The temperature is -51 F outside with a -83 F wind-chill.
It seems that we have been working up to this moment for several weeks now. A few weeks ago I was feeling a lot of apprehension about staying for the winter, however as the station population has reduced, so has much of the stress and I am feeling much better about the situation. With the passing of the last flight, a new chapter has opened in my South Pole adventure.
The temperatures in the past month have been taking a steady drop. They were in the teens (negative) through January. These were very bearable at the time. They began to drop to the neg 20’s which started to feel cold, the 30’s came, 40’s and now 50’s. We are wearing heavier clothing outside now. Not all of our vehicles operate at these temps.
The sun is sitting lower in the sky, making longer shadows. There is a seasonal change taking place down here indicating that winter is on its way. It will be 8 months, October 21 till we see another aircraft down here. During that time a lot will happen here at pole.
Tonight we are showing “The Thing”, first we will watch the original filming, taking place at the North Pole, followed by the John Carpenter version with Kurt Russell, taking place at the South Pole. We have all been advised to bring our flame throwers and favorite bottle of whiskey. If you haven’t seen the movie, then you probably won’t understand. It is a tradition here at pole. We will show the Shining for the middle of winter.
OK, so the last flight came in about five days ago. It is amazing how relaxed things become on station once the flights end. There is still a lot to be done. We all still have jobs to do, its just the pressure is relaxed now. I am in Comms again. We still have to do flight followings for flights traveling between McMurdo and Christchurch. These will go on for a few more days. A flight following means that I am sitting in Comms, listening to the radio and waiting for the aircraft position reports. What that really means is that I can sit in here for a few hours and write emails and read a book.
It is Saturday today and the station has a two day weekend. The first I’ve had since New Years. Tonight we are having a grand opening for our new bar. This is really my big news. They are closing down the dome this winter to save on fuel and since the new station does not have a smoking lounge, we had to come up with a new location for us smokers. What we were able to do is convert the old gym into a lounge. The conversion process has been a blast. I feel like I am 10 years old and am building a new club house again. The old gym is much larger than any bar the station has ever had. We started by putting a fresh coat of black paint on all the walls. Then we dragged a couple of bars in from summer camp which is also going cold over the winter. We moved the poker table into one corner (we had our first game last night, I won $50!). We took the old squat rack and converted this into an entertainment center with large TV and great sound system. We installed another sound system for the bar music. The electricians have spent many hours installing conduit and a great lighting system. We have black lights, a dart board and many amenities. The project has really turned out great. It is still a work in progress, but it is in fine shape for an opening tonight.
The traditional name for a bar here is Club 90 South, however we have been toying with the Kiwi given nickname “The Dodgy Bastards Bar”. I’m not exactly sure what dodgy means, but the name is catchy. I will be sure to include pictures, before and after of the bar very soon.
Since the dome is going cold, everyone has moved into the new station. I moved up here about two weeks ago and boy is it nice. I have a much larger room ( a whole 9 ½’ x 8’). It is very comfortable. I have a desk and a phone. It is right down the hall from the galley. I can walk to breakfast in my slippers now. Give a month or two and I am sure to be found in there in my pajamas as well.
The food has been truly punishing since the station closed. By this I mean it has been great. The cooks have really risen to the challenge and each meal seems to get better and better. I have never eaten so well in my life. There are three scheduled meals a day that are delicious. All I need to do is show up and fill my plate with all I want. What could be better?
On Sundays, the galley staff has the day off, and they have declared this as “fend for yourself day” This means the whole kitchen is open for us to cook what we want. Everyone has risen to the occasion for this. Tomorrow morning, Safety Bill is cooking omelets. For dinner my department is going to make Mexican food. In addition to this, we all have to pull a galley day, which is a 10 hour shift doing dishes and helping out in the galley. Everyone on station will have to do this two or three times over the winter. It is a hard day of work, but it is also a good day. It is a diversion from our regular jobs, and it can be fun too.
The last few weeks before closing were really productive as far as cargo and fuel are concerned. These are two very important tasks for the summer season. Getting enough supplies on station for food, construction, etc. and receiving enough fuel to get us through winter. This year we set records. Our scheduled # of flights (333) for the year was already a milestone, beating the previous record by many flights (how many I could only guess). We pushed this number past our scheduled # and finished with 377 flights. There are 7 C-130’s on the Antarctic continent during the summer season, and these aircraft supply not only South Pole, but the whole continent. At the beginning of season we have to share these aircraft with all the other stations. As these other stations close, we get more flights coming to pole, as many as 7 a day. This makes moving cargo an ominous task. Additionally the bulk of our cargo arrives at McMurdo via sea vessel (the Tern) late in the season. Once the Tern arrives in McMurdo, there is a big push to get all of this cargo offloaded, sorted, and the South Pole cargo flown down here. There were a lot of complications with the Tern and ice breaking this year delaying the Tern’s arrival by a week or so. At the end of the season, a week becomes a very big deal, possibly leaving us without enough supplies for the winter.
The Tern finally arrived and thanks to good weather the flights started coming in non-stop. Our fuel tanks are filled to the brim and so are our cupboards. Of particular interest to me and many others here about the Tern’s cargo was our liquor supply. The cabinets were clearly running bare, and because liquor shipments take a lower priority than food and other supplies, you can understand that we were becoming a bit anxious on this issue. Now as most of you who know me, know that I’m not a heavy drinker, but I do enjoy my spirits a bit more than most folks (OK, I guess that makes me a heavy drinker) so you can understand my anxiety of imagining a winter season stuck down here with nothing to drink.
The liquor did make here finally. We received pallet upon pallet of the precious cargo. I was told 38 pallets in all. Stay posted to my web page, and I will show you photos of the arrival. Many people turned out to help shuttle the liquor down the halls to its storage. We now have rooms filled with booze and beer. Each room is dedicated to a different brand. We have a scotch room, a vodka room, a bourbon room, rum room, and many different beer rooms, much to my delight these include a sizeable Guinness room and a Monteiths Black room (a kiwi dark beer I have taken a particular liking to).
In addition to this bounty, one of the guys on station had set up a connection with one of the pilots on the C-130’s so we could place a special order from Cheech. We found a great liquor store in Cheech called Whisky Galore. I recommend looking them up on the web. Susan, you recall how you observed that everyone looks giddy in Applejacks (a Denver liquor store)? Well take a look at Whisky Galore’s page, and I’ll show you giddy. Anyhow, we found this store, and placed an order for about $2,000 (Kiwi money, about $1,500 US) worth of single malts and cigars. This was between me and a few other of the guys. Needless to say, I have a wonderful top shelf in my room that is guaranteed to keep my belly warm for the winter. The owner of Whisky galore was great. I asked him if he could get me in touch with a good cigar shop in town as well, and since I was placing such a sizable order, he said he could get the cigars for me at wholesale. Since I have a taste for good cigars, and New Zealand has access to a special flavor of cigars we can’t get at home, I had to take advantage of this offer and added a couple of boxes of New Zealand’s finest to my humidor.
My collection of cigars has become quite a story in itself. It seems over the past few years that cigars have become a vice I particularly enjoy. Its one that I have no intention of relinquishing anytime soon. You can imagine my anguish of spending a year in a place with no cigar store on hand. How do I build a supply to last me this long? I initially set out thinking that I could get by with just one or two a week, and I came down with a supply of about 75 full sized cigars and about a 100 small cigarillos. After only a few weeks down here, I discovered that my rationing discipline is not as good as it should be, so I sent out a distress signal to Jay Bollinger, a good buddy from the fire dept. in Golden who was on his way down, and loaded him up like a pack mule with a large order of cigars. I believe this added about 350 cigarillos to my supply. Finally with the 50 robustos that I ordered from Cheech (which are pure heaven), I have the most well stocked humidor I have ever had. Keep your eyes posted to Cigar Aficionado, as I intend to have an article in there sometime soon titled “A Cigar Smoker’s Survival Guide to Living at the South Pole”. It should include a picture of me with a stogie at the pole.
I think I have about talked myself out for this version of my “Hello All”. Sorry that it has taken so long to come out. I am the great procrastinator. I do look forward to everyone’s email so please keep them coming. Once again, stay tuned to www.gregsfrontporch.com for new photos and information. Yes it has been a while since I’ve updated it. I have many ideas to keep it interesting such as links to other Polies’ web pages, a frequently asked questions page (get you questions in now) however I won’t promise that my answers will always be truthful or even correct, and of course many more of the photos I have already promised.
Best wishes and love to all
Stay warm,
Greg
1/15/2006
Hello All,
I looked at the calendar today and realized that it will be one month from today that the station will close, February 15. Typically this is a celebration, seeing the last plane leave, however this year we are doing what they call a soft close. This means that the station staff will scale down to the winter crew, plus some cargo and fuel’s personnel as they will try to extend the season ten more days to try and get more fuel on station. The extra personnel will leave on the last flight at the end of soft close, then we can have our big party.
It is with mixed emotions that we arrive at this part of the season. It is good to decrease the station population. This means that there will be a lighter work load, less stress, and much more room for us to stretch out. It is kind of like the end of a holiday when all the guests are finally leaving. It was nice to have the guests visiting, however by the end of the visit everyone is ready to move on.
So the summer crew is going through their redeployment meetings, making plans for travels and returning home. It will be another nine months before I can share this excitement. I believe it will be a much more intense thrill then, and expect it to be worth the wait.
Today, we had a group of four adventurers arrive on station. They were re-enacting Scott’s trek to the South Pole back in 1912. They arrived in authentic period clothing and gear. I met one of them this morning, and he told me the trip took 17 days to travel 200 miles (they didn’t make the whole trip from Scott Base). He said that the snow wasn’t very cooperative and made pulling the sled difficult.
I have seen some good pictures in the galley of their arrival. I will try to find them on the shared drive and post them on my web page as soon as I find them.
The weather is warm today, about -1 F, with a nice 10 knot breeze. I took advantage of the weather and flew my kite this afternoon. I have two kites here. The one I flew today is a foil, 2.7 square meters and in any stiffer wind than today’s you really have to dig in to keep it from dragging you across the ice. So I had a good fly today.
Hopefully, we will get a card game going tonight, then back to the salt mines tomorrow.
I hope the best for everyone, and look forward to hearing from you sometime soon.
Greg
1/08/2006
Hey All,
12/27/2005
Dear Dad,
I got your e-mail, or at least part of it anyway. We read your letter,
but there was some kind of attachment with it that was so big it blew up
the computer here. Aunt Jackie and Uncle Bill say that their e-mail out
here on the ranch (we're waaaaaay out in the country), is so slow, they
can't receive anything bigger than about 100K or 200K, and that sucker
was about 3M. Anyway, they were able to go directly to the mail server
and pull out just your letter, without the attachment, so at least we
got to read that.
Attached is a picture of all of us after a hard day's work. Each night
we have to decide who is going to sleep in what bed, but sometimes we
double up, and sometimes we change around, and sometimes we don't even
use a bed. But at the end of the day we are really TIRED after all the
mandatory activities. And then there are the RULES !!! I'll have to
tell you about that another time.
Love,
Barley and the gang
(That's Barley on the left, and of course brother Junior taking the
king lounger on the right. Notice the vigilant eye on Barley to
make sure he doesn't come steal it?)
December 26, 2005
Happy Holidays All,
I have yet to ever send a Christmas card, birthday card, etc. on-time, so I see no reason to start good habits now.
Yes Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukah, Kwansa, or Festivus. At the South Pole, everyday is white, so a white Christmas is not that special, what is special though is being at the South Pole for Christmas. I have been here for two months now and I haven’t a single regret for embarking on this wonderful adventure. I am living and working in an incredible place with great friends and witnessing history in the making.
Our Christmas this year was a special celebration. Of course we had a wonderful dinner that consisted of Beef Wellington and Crab Legs. On Christmas day we celebrated with our annual Race Around The World which as a wacky trek twice around the geographic pole for a total of two miles. I encourage you to look at my web page for the photos. What made this Christmas really special were the guests that we shared the celebration with. On Friday the 23rd we received the South Pole Traverse which is a caravan (actually a traverse) of tractors that traveled all the way from McMurdo on the coast to South Pole. They carried with them their own fuel, supplies, housing etc. much like a large gypsy caravan. They also brought us a D8 Caterpillar and another tractor. Once again I invite you to see my web page for their photos and more of their story. These guys are adventurers in the true sense of the word.
I have received lots of e-mail from many of you. These are all a real joy to start my day with. Thank you all. If I haven’t responded to any particular e-mail, be sure that I have read yours and thank you. I try to get back to as many as I can, but due to my procrastinating nature and a very long work day, some of them slip through. We only have satellite coverage for a few hours a day. This is the only time we can access the internet and receive e-mail. Right now, these hours are early in the morning.
That’s what I have for this holiday. I wish you all a safe and happy holiday season.
Greg.

12/26/2005
Dear Dad,
We sure had an exciting Christmas here at the ranch. We opened presents
on Christmas Eve, then we went for a hike on Christmas morning. There
are lots of things to eat, and lots of toys to play with. I want you to
know that Sunny is a playin’ fool. She even threw me for a couple of
flips while we were wrestling, and she beat me once (but ONLY once) when
we were playing tug-of-war.
I was looking forward to a big turkey for Christmas dinner, but it was
70 degrees here, so we had a barbeque and had steak. Yum! (I wonder if
it’s 70 degrees in Ohio, and if they’re having barbeques there, too.)
We went on another hike today. There sure is a lot of stuff to smell
around here.
On Christmas Eve I chewed the pocket out of Aunt Jackie’s coat that was
hanging on a chair, so I could get the cookies out of it. She was NOT
happy. Well, what does she expect? If she had left the cookies on the
kitchen counter where they were supposed to be, I could have gotten them
off of there with out messing anything up.
But Aunt Jackie says that those were not dog cookies, but HORSE cookies!
She says that I’m going to turn into a horse for being a bad dog. Is
that true? Have you seen these horses? They are BIG. Aunt Jackie says
that they all used to be golden retrievers that looked just like me, but
they turned into horses when they stole horse cookies. Well, how was I
supposed to know they were horse cookies?! They just tasted like COOKIES
to me. I sure hope that’s not true!
Sadie said that she is going to teach me how to dig up gophers and eat
them while I’m here, but I haven’t seen her catch a single one yet. I
was beginning to think that she was just making up stories, but Riley
says it’s true. He says that she digs up gophers and swallows them
whole, alive and kicking!
It turns out that Sunny is already in training for gopher catching. Her
first catch was a kangaroo rat, but Aunt Jackie took it away from her
before she could swallow it. Then she dug up her first gopher, and Uncle
Bill took THAT away from her. Sadie say you gotta be quick and swallow
the thing whole right away. If you act like a retriever and take it to
them, they take it away. I’ll try to remember that when I catch my first
one.
Well, we’re worn out from all the activities here. We’re going to take a
nap to rest up for dinner. I hope that you’re taking lots of naps, too,
so you will be real rested up when you get back, ’cause we’re going to
have a lot of playing to do.
Love,
Barley (aka, Barls at the ranch), and Junior
We forgot to tell you about another big event that happened on
Christmas
day.... SOMEBODY took a Kong toy outside in the yard and pooped on
it!!!! Boy, nobody's talking about who did that!!! You should have
seen Aunt Jackie out there with a hose and a stick trying to clean it
off.
And, Oh, Wow!!!! We thought Christmas was over, but tonight we learned
that we hadn't emptied out our stockings yet! They were full of toys
and yummy stuff!!!!!!!!!!! We're worn out from all this activity!! We
hope somebody comes and gets us soon so we can get some rest!!!
Well, don't come too soon. We have a lot of stuff we have to eat first.
Love,
Barley & Junior
12/22/2005
Dear Dad,
Junior and I are at the ranch for Christmas. René said that she had to
go someplace to cool down after all the excitement we’ve caused lately,
so she’s leaving for Ohio today. I guess she’ll be back in a few days.
Junior is showing me around the place here. He says he knows all the
places the food is hidden, so that will make it easy to carry out doggie
burglaries. Aunt Jackie and Uncle Bill said that they are going to weigh
me in today, and weigh me out when René comes back to see how much I
ate, but Junior says not to worry about it.
We went for a hike when we got here this morning, and we got to sniff
lots of interesting stuff. Riley has an excellent nose, and points me to
all the interesting stuff. Sadie shows me where to dig, and Sunny points
out the rabbits. I got to chase a jack rabbit this morning on the hike.
Yesterday we came out here for a practice hike, and there were 9 pooches
altogether on the hike. Unfortunately, I missed the good part when
Shadow rolled in a great big pile of fresh green cow manure. But I did
find the flattened cow pie afterwards, and several of us had a little
snack.
I’ve attached a picture of us in front of the Christmas tree here at the
ranch. If you look closely, you’ll see that I slobbered all over René’s
pants leg so she’d look better in the picture. It made her real happy,
as you can see by the big smile on her face.
Love,
Barls (that’s what they call me for short when I’m punching cows at the
ranch)
(That's Barley on the left with his brother Junior on the right)
12/20/2005
(Barley Series)
12/10/2005
Well I've been lax on email again lately so another "Hey All" is due. This is my lazy way of catching up on all of the great individual emails I get. I really do look forward to getting up each morning and checking my email to see who has written me the day before. Thank you all for your emails. Please keep them coming.

Dad,
11/28/2005
Hello All,
11/21/2005
Hey Guys (Robbie and Mickey),
11/13/2005
Dad,
11/10/2005
How to hypnotize a Pollee:
















11/6/2005
10/29/2005
(This following message worked. Thanks to Mickey I actually received two 1.4 liter bottles of listerine (spelled Maker's Mark). It took a while for them to get down here as they held our mail up in Christ Church for a long while. Guys take note, Mickey can count on smoking some cubans once I'm back thanks to his efforts. OK, truth be known you should all be able count on a cuban or two, but Mickey has teh lion's share coming to him!)