17 November, 2003
High Flying Adventure
We set off this morning at 6 AM for our attempted ice flight. Upon arriving at the U.S. Antarctic Program’s (USAP) Clothing Distribution Center (CDC), we changed out of our street clothes and into our Extreme Cold Weather (ECW) gear that must be worn on board the plane in the event of an emergency landing. Once we were bundled up against the Antarctic cold, we made our way through the room-temperature USAP air terminal, reminding ourselves that we would appreciate the warm clothes once we deplaned in Antarctica (Figure 1). As we watched the safety video that talked about the upcoming flight and our arrival in Antarctica, we wondered if our flight would make it today, or be forced to boomerang back due to bad weather, leaving us to run through this whole procedure once again tomorrow morning.
Our ice flight team had the distinction of being the first “Herc” flight of the season. The Hercules LC-130 is a smaller plane used as the summer season progresses due to its capability of landing with skis on the permanent ice sheet. The larger C-141 jets must make a wheeled-landing on the sea ice which starts to break up as the summer season progresses. So our flight today would be an 8-hour adventure instead of the 5-hour C-141 flight.
With only a slight drizzle to darken the day, we eagerly filed onto the Herc, bundled in our ECW gear and toting an enormous sack lunch provided by the USAP (Figure 2). Our friendly Kiwi pilots ushered us into our sling seats and helped stow our carry-on luggage into what nooks and crannies were not already occupied by science supplies and personnel (Figure 3). Although seating was a bit tight, after take-off we were free to find space up on the cargo pads where some folks stretched out for a nap while others played cards or read (Figure 4).
After about 6 hours, we finally had our first sight of the sea ice pack surrounding Antarctica. For those of us new to this trip, the announcement of ice meant a rush to one of the few small windows and an attempt to peer down at the frozen landscape below which was broken up only by a few open leads which form as the ice pack breaks up for the summer. It was thrilling to finally see the great white expanse of ice that you picture when you think of Antarctica. Another half hour brought us to the edge of the Antarctic continent and I ventured up onto the flight deck of the plane. My first sight of both a cockpit and the Antarctic continent was breathtaking (Figures 5 & 6)!
We had finally reached Antarctica! A feat made even more thrilling by the fact that several flights early in the season had been forced to turn back due to bad weather at McMurdo Station. We had all dreaded the thought of flying out for 5 hours, only to return to Christchurch and try again the next day. We successfully avoided the boomerang and actually landed in Antarctica. Just as we were ready to set foot on the sea ice that serves as an airport runway, we discovered that the tail cargo door had frozen shut during flight. If we exited the front of the aircraft, the plane might tip back on its tail, making it impossible to remove the cargo. So we waited patiently in the middle of the Sea Ice Runway, providing dead-weight until the door could be deiced. Then we were free.
The long-awaited moment had arrived – we were standing on Antarctica, Ross Island to be exact. Our exit from the plane was filmed by the National Geographic crew (Figure 7). Sea Ice Runway is situated near McMurdo Station, the largest of the USAP stations, and Scott Base, the New Zealand Station. Ivan the Terra Bus, an enormous transport vehicle shuttled us to McMurdo Station (Figure 8). One look at the size of the wheels on vehicles in Antarctica makes and you realize that you are in an environment like no place else on earth!
After a quick welcome and orientation from the National Science Foundation (NSF) Station manager, we hurried off to the dining hall for, ironically, Tex-Mex burritos (a little taste of Texas all the way down in Antarctica!). Our amazement at the enormity of the dining hall and our relief at the prospect of a shower and a soft bed quickly turned to exhaustion. It is time to shutter the windows against the midnight sun and try to sleep in the twilight of our dorm room. After all, we have a big day tomorrow at “Happy Camper School.”
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