Everyone was feeling pretty good after a fairly successful day. Before
going to bed, I spent some time looking out the potholes at the ice
bergs and water around us. It was amazing to me the conditions in which
humankind can create an existence. I was laying in my bunk thinking
about this before I went to sleep. Note to self:
Before going to sleep, do NOT marvel on the fact that only a foot of
metal, insulation, and paneling separate you from 1500 feet of 30F water
filled with ice.
Needless to say, I did not sleep so well. About 0400 I awoke to a lot
of thuds and crushing of snow and ice. My current bunk is way forward
and about 8 feet above sea level which allows me to hear a lot of noise
of the ship carving its way around through the ice. I got up and looked
out the porthole. All I could see was snow, ice, and a strong wind. No
water to be seen. Due to my train of thought before bed, for the first
time on this trip, I became acutely aware of how bad things could get.
I didn't panic, but I was definitely uneasy about being on a boat in
Antarctic and thought about wtf I was doing here. I went to the lounge,
which is pretty much where I've been most of the time when I'm not
sleeping. I turned on the TV and switched to the channel that showed
our location and outside statistics. It was -16F with the wind chill
and the wind was blowing a steady 40 mph. I flipped between that
channel and the one with the map of our location for a bit and almost
fell asleep on the couch. I went back to bed and slept pretty good. I
guess during the night the temperature dropped to -37F with the wind
chill and the wind was blowing about 60 mph. Glad I was sleeping.
During the night, they moved ship to an ice-free patch behind island to
protect us from the wind and to wait for things to calm down a bit. The
seas are definitely a bit rough which is preventing any more seal
captures, but all things considered, not too bad. I took some Meclizine
yesterday, but I'm doing pretty good today without it.