13 April, 1999

Dear Friends:

Today we showed up early at the Antarctic Support Agencies warehouse on the port docks to be outfitted.

Here we tried on the survival gear known as ECW – Extreme Cold Weather gear – and ensured a proper

fit and verified the conditions of the gear that might save our lives. We were also given the opportunity to

request various optional accessories…as though a lifetime Floridian would know what additional

equipment he needed to survive the cold! I asked for everything!

After outfitting here, we went on to the boat and I unloaded the weather station which my students had

built. It had suffered minor shipping damages, losing the anemometer and conductivity sensors. I was

given use of a shipping container (the railroad boxcar kind that you may see on trains, trucks or container

vessels) that had been outfitted with power, heat, lights, and a workbench and more tools than a guy could

dream of! The rest of the day was spent rounding up materials to prepare to further weather-proof the box,

attach it to the deck railing, and bring it online.

After the day wound down, I brought my gear from the hotel to the ship for my first night aboard. It was

very quiet as most had elected to stay the final night in the hotel Jose Noguiera.

I saw for the first time in my life literally thousands of celestial objects I had never seen before…the suns

of the southern hemisphere…I brought my star charts on advice from a previous TEA…Thanks Kim!

Another friend asked if I could still see Orion…Yes! There he was, hanging low over the western sky, but

for a brief moment, like a watchman from my northern abode…

We are in port with a damaged UPS system – Uninterruptible power supply – necessary to have smooth

electricity for the computers. We have engineers working night and day trying to get it fixed (this ship

costs $30,000-$40,000 per day to sit in port). Think of that and the fact that the research teams each have

electrical engineers and software engineers still soldering hardware and writing programs like crazy before

we get to the research site. I guess everyone feels that they can make their equipment just a little better,

including myself, having spent the day preparing to weather-proof the weather station that my Turner

students built, and lengthening the cable (I’m working out of a cargo container that has electricity – it’s

basically a railroad car minus the wheels).

I’m still in Chile, but it’s so cold that there is ice on the deck. Punta Arenas is basically the end of the earth.

It warms up to the 50’s these waning summer days, but by the end of the day, the clouds have pushed their

way over the Andes and an icy, disrespectful wind cuts through your clothes and chills you to the bones.

I’m now sitting up with the engineers, the night before we steam out of port, away from the security of any

supply store (and we’ve visited them frequently, for this or that, a transformer, a plug, an adapter, all

through faulty spanish…), trying to get a digital signal through 900 meters of cable, all of which will be

reeled out to lower the probe into the deepest depths. These guys know that the rest of the cruise, at tens of

thousands of dollars per day relies on their making their theories work in the real world, the world of salt,

sea, winds, strains, and probabilities….

At 1 AM in the morning, they get their answer: an electronic ping sent down 3000 feet of cable is echoed

back by the circuit they’ve designed, months, years before, like a voice from the darkness….they know

now that they will succeed, though few know of the hours, the sweat, the fear, the tenderness with which

they’ve handled pounds of delicate circuits…

When it is time, they will flip switches and see lights, numbers, figures from their chalkboards and

notebooks, abstractions turned into reality by sheer will, imagination, and dedication, enabling them to

carry on their measurements, to gain numbers and measurements from remote, inaccessible places.

Franz, the team biologist, tying down computer equipment in the foreground while John and Joe, the engineers work to get the analytical sled online.

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