winter camp

There's a couple more photos now. I've been going up Ob Hill after dinner as much as I can each day (so far it's been four times now, I think). It's a good walk, and thorough (thuruh). The view is fantastic. My little camera box can't come anywhere near an approximation. And the silence. I'll say it again: the silence. No one has ever experienced silence till they've been to Antarctica. It starts at your ears, but begins to enter through your every exposed opening; eye or nose or pore. Except then a bunch of LC-130s decided to do flight checks and my reverie was broken.