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On my right sat Robin who grew up in Hawaii and is a pilot with the Navy. She's training to fly a scientific research mission in Antarctica. On my left sat Claire, who grew up in Colorado and has been traveling around the world. She'll be working as a general assistant with Raytheon. Across from us sat Maria and Jen. I'll be seeing Maria, a native of Connecticut, in the Dry Valleys. She studies lakes there. And Jen, a native of Iowa, works in the fuels department for Raytheon. She's already spent one winter at McMurdo and is heading down now for an entire year.

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Scott, Jeff, and Tim while
away the hours.


Getting off our butts

The plane started its engines and began to taxi. We weren't sitting next to any windows, which were few and quite small, but we could feel when the plane took off. After the initial takeoff excitement wore off, people started to read, listen to music, and play cards.

About one hour into the flight, many of us had had enough of the sitting down thing. Since there weren't really any aisles to speak of, just a jumble of legs, duffle bags, and bunny boots, we did what we could and stood up on our chairs.

By two hours into the flight, most had discovered that those big red monster parkas made really great pillows.


What do you mean
we're turning around??!

Four hours into the flight, the captain's voice came over the intercom.

To land safely, the pilots needed the height from the ground to the base of the clouds to be 3000 feet.

It was only 2000 feet. The cloud ceiling was too low, and we were in the middle of the infamous Antarctic boomerang.

With dismay, we felt the pilots turn the plane around and head back to Christchurch.

 

 

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