August and me at the Supply Department Christmas Party. Check out the awesome frosted capuccino brownies made by Roxanne. She and her cronies scrounged eggs and flour for two weeks in order to have enough ingredients to bake these and some other treats.
Last night, we went on a tour of the Pressure Ridges, where the sea ice crashes up against the permanent ice shelf in very, very slow motion. The sea ice moves roughly 2 feet a day.
And right about now Aug should be on a plane to South Pole. He's headed out to a field camp after that and will probably have some killer photos. I'll try to post some here, but if you'd like to follow along with his Antarctic adventures, check out his Flickr page:
(c) August Allen, 2008
In more entertaining news than yesterday's, somebody appears to have stolen Christmas Dinner. 160 lbs of prime rib disappeared from the Galley yesterday. Nobody can figure out what happened to it or where in town you would hide that much beef...