He Who Brings Gas

Today I took the pisten bully and the bowser out to the sea ice. Ben and I delivered diesel (JP5) to the instuctor's hut. Gas is treated very carefully here. A single drop cannot touch the ground. Both times I've fueled vehicles I have not let a drop touch. If that does occur, the spill team must be notified and a clean up performed. Failure to report a spill is a federal offense. Serious stuff. And today I was driving around the wild with a trailer full of gas.

After filling those tanks, we were to drive the roads and record waypoints on the GPS so that navigation can occur in poor visibility conditions. Every year the roads move a little, as it is not possible to reconstruct precisely. Hence, every year the roads must be located via GPS. This is what we did in the afternoon.

This is the silver city icefall. The entire hillside is crevasses; only this section is exposed.

When we returned to town we had several videos to watch on the dry valleys.
At the end of the day the illusory cliffs were apparent. Note the cliffs that seems to rise from the sea in front of Mount Discovery. That is an illusion. There are no cliffs at all.