After a three hour training session on field safety yesterday, I retreated to my bed, feverish: I seemed to have picked up some form of the “crud” (illness), as it is referred to here. Still battling it. To my disappointment, I missed the highly anticipated Halloween party, which was held in one of the gyms. (Lying in bed, I could hear laughter and shouts in the hallways, and occasionally feel the floor rumble from the heavy and awkward steps of those inebriated, reminding me of college).
It seems that just when the sky clears and the wind settles enough to contemplate a hike around and up Observation Hill, Minna Bluff becomes obscured, an indication that yet another storm is coming.
Although there is something to be admired about the severe and tyrannical storms that so often pass through, we hope for – we need – gentle winds, good visibility, to fly our survey over the Shelf.