Burning calories AND keeping warm
From Karen Joyce--thanks Karen!
Who are these people? That's a great split off to the right!
Thanksgiving on Ice
Happy Thanksgiving! For those of you sitting warm inside, watching football and smelling the turkey roasting I want you to send a warm thought to our friends on the ice who are not eating turkey. To give a glimpse of what Thanksgiving can be like on the ice, I'm offering up the first few paragraphs of Traci McNamara's richly detailed essay from Antarctica: Life on the Ice. The woman in blue with the marvelous warm smile is Traci. Enjoy!
We Ate No Turkey: A Holiday on Ice
Traci J. Macnamara
Instead of spending Thanksgiving Day as I usually did in Colorado Springs—watching the Macy’s parade on TV in my pajamas--I was shivering in my work clothes on the McMurdo Ice Shelf, learning how to make a storm-worthy shelter by cutting dense snow into blocks with a paper-thin saw. Snowcraft, as our mountain-savvy instructor called it, was only one portion of McMurdo Station, Antarctica’s two-day survival skills course optimistically called Happy Camper School.
Happy Thanksgiving! For those of you sitting warm inside, watching football and smelling the turkey roasting I want you to send a warm thought to our friends on the ice who are not eating turkey. To give a glimpse of what Thanksgiving can be like on the ice, I'm offering up the first few paragraphs of Traci McNamara's richly detailed essay from Antarctica: Life on the Ice. The woman in blue with the marvelous warm smile is Traci. Enjoy!
We Ate No Turkey: A Holiday on Ice
Instead of spending Thanksgiving Day as I usually did in Colorado Springs—watching the Macy’s parade on TV in my pajamas--I was shivering in my work clothes on the McMurdo Ice Shelf, learning how to make a storm-worthy shelter by cutting dense snow into blocks with a paper-thin saw. Snowcraft, as our mountain-savvy instructor called it, was only one portion of McMurdo Station, Antarctica’s two-day survival skills course optimistically called Happy Camper School.
The course, required of all workers and scientists at McMurdo, started
on a Thursday morning in the Field Safety Training Program conference
room, where our instructor Brian led twelve first-timers to Antarctica
through the lecture portion of the course. Novices, we were. But it
was Brian’s job to get us into Extreme Cold Combat Shape in less than
forty-eight hours, and by the end of our tenure on the ice shelf, we
would be firing up stoves and lashing down mountain tents, all—of
course—with great rapidity in order to outsmart the gale-force winds
and popsicle-death scenarios he concocted in order to keep us moving
quickly. When he wasn’t in Antarctica, Brian—tight-bodied and exuding
a spirit of adventure--worked as a guide in Alaska, but at McMurdo, he
was a member of the highly respected Field Safety Training Program team
(F-STOP for short), a group of sexy men and women who spent their lives
in rugged environments and then migrated south for the austral summer
to teach McMurdo’s scientists and support staff how to survive them.
After Brian introduced us to our Happy Camper objectives, he briefed us
on cold-weather health hazards, their symptoms, and their remedies.
Before lunch, I felt confident knowing the basics of hypothermia and
its telltale signs—the fumbles, mumbles, and grumbles.
“Talk to your partners to determine their LOC,” Brian said while
pointing to a white board scribbled with notes about how cold weather
affects a person’s level of consciousness, “and help them out before
they get into that irreversible phase. If you notice that anything’s
off, start with some food and water and get them moving around.”
Besides those suggestions, Brian offered a few other ideas about how to
prevent and treat hypothermia while he gestured with his hands and we
watched, motionless and mostly bored, from our chairs.
Of hypothermia’s remedies, one above the others captured my
imagination. F-STOP Brian told us that it is possible to warm up a
hypothermic body by stripping it naked and putting it in close
proximity to another naked body. “In extreme cases,” he clarified, “you
can use direct body heat to re-warm a hypothermic individual.”
Ideally, the second naked body would be warm, and these two naked
bodies together would be skin-to-skin within a sleeping bag so that an
ailing individual could reap the thermodynamic benefits. A few giggles
followed and a few glanced around the room.
To read the rest of the essay you have to buy the book! www.susanfoxrogers.com
Ululations Have Been Increasing
David Ainley reports that he has just arrived at Cape Royds, where it is egg laying season. Here is the great surprise: penguin populations are going up! David's lyrical essay in Antarctica: Life on the Ice is about contemplating the future of Adélie Penguins. There is a webcam at Cape Royds, which you should not miss.
David introduced me to his penguins at Cape Royds in 2004-2005. He even let me pick one up--they are the size and weight of a large football--while he injected it with a pit tag. Needless to say, I was overcome by the cuteness of penguins. Two of my essays about my time on the ice posted here on the blog and my essay in the anthology describe the miraculous life of penguins that I experienced at Cape Royds.
Here is David's description of what they are researching, titled "Ululations Have Been Increasing":
16 November 2007
We have set out in the 12th year of a project in which we seek to
understand the answer to the question of why Adélie Penguin populations
have been increasing in the Ross Sea since
David Ainley reports that he has just arrived at Cape Royds, where it is egg laying season. Here is the great surprise: penguin populations are going up! David's lyrical essay in Antarctica: Life on the Ice is about contemplating the future of Adélie Penguins. There is a webcam at Cape Royds, which you should not miss.
David introduced me to his penguins at Cape Royds in 2004-2005. He even let me pick one up--they are the size and weight of a large football--while he injected it with a pit tag. Needless to say, I was overcome by the cuteness of penguins. Two of my essays about my time on the ice posted here on the blog and my essay in the anthology describe the miraculous life of penguins that I experienced at Cape Royds.
Here is David's description of what they are researching, titled "Ululations Have Been Increasing":
16 November 2007
We have set out in the 12th year of a project in which we seek to
understand the answer to the question of why Adélie Penguin populations
have been increasing in the Ross Sea since
the early 1980s, and why the
increase has mostly been exhibited by smaller colonies. The Ross Sea
contains about 38% of the 6 million breeding Adélie Penguins in the
world, and 3 of its largest colonies (3 of 6 exceeding 120,000 breeding
pairs). We know about this increase from the frequent and, in some
cases, annual counts being made of the colonies by biologists of
Landcare Research New Zealand, using aerial photography.
The reason it is taking us so long in this quest for answers to our questions is that we need to accumulate the individual histories of know-age birds, acquiring information for each such as year of hatching, year of first breeding, and subsequent breeding success. We also need to know the proportion of each age group that survives from one year to the next, and whether or not as young adults they return to the colony of their origin or emigrate elsewhere to nest at another colony. We’ve been doing this by banding chicks (metal band with unique set of numbers) at 4 colonies every year: Cape Crozier (150,000 pairs), Beaufort Island (45,000 pairs), Cape Bird (40,000 pairs), and Cape Royds (4000 pairs). We spend a lot of time walking, with binoculars in hand, looking for penguins wearing bands at those 4 colonies. They don’t first come back for a visit until 2 years old, and they don’t begin to breed until, on average 4 or 5 years of age. The penguins reveal their secrets slowly, and so we must be patient. We are pleased that folks at the National Science Foundation, which funds our project, are patient, too.
Polar Disorder
No, don't worry, penguin chicks are not suffering from Polar Disorder. The chick comes from Nicholas Johnson's marvelous website, Big Dead Place, that is dedicated to Antarctica and to thinking about Antarctica. This penguin comes from an essay about the proliferation of cuteness...Nicholas, whose essay in Antarctica: Life on the Ice is about going "toast" offers a real insiders view of life on the ice in his book, also titled Big Dead Place.
At his site, Nicholas serves up stories and interviews and this month Harper's excerpted an interview with "Nero" an independent contractor who has worked in Antarctica, Iraq and Afghanistan. This is the polar disorder...
Nicholas reports from the ice:
I'm in McMurdo, working in Fleet-Ops. Today I'm dozing snow out at Pegasus.
No, don't worry, penguin chicks are not suffering from Polar Disorder. The chick comes from Nicholas Johnson's marvelous website, Big Dead Place, that is dedicated to Antarctica and to thinking about Antarctica. This penguin comes from an essay about the proliferation of cuteness...Nicholas, whose essay in Antarctica: Life on the Ice is about going "toast" offers a real insiders view of life on the ice in his book, also titled Big Dead Place.
At his site, Nicholas serves up stories and interviews and this month Harper's excerpted an interview with "Nero" an independent contractor who has worked in Antarctica, Iraq and Afghanistan. This is the polar disorder...
Nicholas reports from the ice:
I'm in McMurdo, working in Fleet-Ops. Today I'm dozing snow out at Pegasus.
From the interview: