Kiwi Mark and I finished our snow sculpture a couple of weeks ago. We think the judging was rigged! Our fiddle-head fern emerging from a casket, dedicated to a recently past family member, and symbolizing rebirth, we thought was quite the sculpture. Maybe they didn't get it.
The siding is all but finished, the sun is sinking toward the horizon (only two months to go to the 30 hour sunset!), and the crew begins to leave in three days. I have two weeks left. It's time. Everyone knows it. The beaches, forests, and bugs of New Zealand are singing to us from afar, telling us it's time to come home to the world.
As we finish up our projects and button up the station, we await countless tanker planes that are struggling to make it, welcome the incoming winter-over crew (about 40 of them) and begin to make plans with and plot trips with our new friends. (And plans to visit all of them, all over the country, many of which surely will fall victum to our limited time here on earth.)
The internet and I have been on the outs. It likes to appear at 11 PM these days and shut off around 9 AM. During all of these hours I should either be asleep or I am at work. Hence the slow-down of this blog, and our new creative hours that many folks have figured out how to keep!
On that note. I will now be running off to my tent-home and leaving you with a vision from our most recent bingo game. It ended with me and a good friend winning the grand prize simutaneously. We were willing to share the money, but clearly in the spirit of this spirited game soaked in spirits here at pole, we decided to do the only sensible thing and arm-wrestle for it! The computer is mis-behaving or else there would be a video or picture... to come.
Take care and enjoy the rounding corner into springtime up there!
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