Mt. Discovery behind the Chapel of the Snows.
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
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How Do You Measure
A Year In The Life?
October 12th was my one (leap) year anniversary of being down on the Ice. It passed just like any other day. I'm leaving on Friday. That too will pass with no celebration. While the community I have learned to love over the past six months has been dismantled, a new one has formed. Old friends are reuniting. New friendships are forming. This place marches on even as each of its winter stewards leaves. I believe that after my flight goes there will still be thirty people left from winter.
Sunset on October 8, 9pm
I've been fortunate enough to be given a little extra time to pack. My Thursday flight was delayed so I now leave on Friday. It doesn't feel like enough. I'm not sure it will ever be enough. This place and the relationships I have here have become home. I'm not ready to head away from them. On the other hand, it is also time to go.
Sunset on October 13th at 12am.
I'm busy behind measure getting ready to go. Some of that is packing. A lot of that is slack time with friends. There is no way I can spend enough time with each of the friends that has just come back down to the ice. I guess I'll just have to see them back in the United States. It will be weird to see them back there. It feels like they just went off to college and are just now coming back to the hometown so I need to catch up. They have done so much while I have remained here.
Those are the spare thoughts for the day. As I get busier, my time on the internet is dwindling. I'll try to get another update on soon.
Clair, who may grump at me for putting this picture up, and that is why it is up.