September 5, 2007
...And Taking the "ice" Back out Again
Turns out I got a message just half an hour after posting that last entry apologizing for a miscommunication--a completely innocent one that I have no hard feelings about. The person at work I talked to thought I was wanted for work on the ice, but the boss decided he would move another polar project around so that another member of the polar group could fill in for Scotty, so I was only needed for the prep in Boulder. A bit of a disappointment, but I got over it. I mean, I'd still love to go, but I'm not upset. Bummed, but not upset. It's different.
So, here I am in Boulder cranking away with the polar group, which it's fun to be a part of again. I feel like I'm working as part of an actual team, which is something I've experience very rarely here and which I've missed. The polar crew is a great one--good personalities, mostly good cooperation. So it's been nice.
Still, I'm ready for change.
September 4, 2007
Putting the "ice" Back in "iceblog"
That's right. I went part time, went to Minnesota again, spent a week working only a few hours each day, came to the Pacific Northwest to get in some friend and family time, and got a call from work asking if I could fill in for a co-worker and, eventually, head back to the ice.
I'm going back to Antarctica!!!
How could I say no?
Actually, I've been hoping for something like this. Only not under these circumstances... A week and a half ago, one of the members of our equipment group suffered a heart problem and is doing well but will need some time to recover. I'm sorry that he will not be able to work for the next few months and will miss his time in Antarctica, but I wish him a good recovery and am glad to have to opportunity to fill in for him. Best wishes, Scottie. And if someone has to fill in for him, I'm glad it's me!
This means I will spend the next couple months working in our Boulder office to assemble systems and prepare equipment for shipping, and then, if all goes well (as in, if I pass my physical and stay healthy), will ship down south for a month or so, in November.
I'm very excited.
This also means that I will be able to do some of the things in New Zealand and Australia that I've been wanting to do but haven't yet. Looks like it will be a winter down under!
While I'm talking about change, I may as well throw this out there: I'm thinking (as I always seem to when I come home to visit the folks) of moving to Seattle after my traveling stint, so if you know of any great gigs or great living situations starting sometime in the new year, keep me in mind. Travel, science, entertainment... you know, whatever.
Hooray for change! And travel!
September 2, 2007
The last great thing I did in the PNW that I have pictures of was spend some quality time hiking and picking blueberries/huckleberries with my almost-lifelong friend Anna (we met when we were 6, I guess) and her three-year-old son Myles. I'm "Auntie Beth." I love it.
Anna said we were going to Blueberry Hill. I believed her. 'Was it really called Blueberry Hill?' my parents asked. 'She said it was,' I said, and then realized I had best inquire. No, not Blueberry Hill at all. I don't even remember the name of the place--just some hill across from the Stevens Pass ski area with lots of blueberries. Anna was calling it Blueberry Hill because of a book she and Myles liked to read about a girl and her mother and a bear and his (her?) mother going blueberry-picking and then getting mixed up so that girl was following bear and cub was following woman. That didn't happen to us.
[We got most of our berries on the way down. A pint for them and a pint for me, and about a pint for Myles' belly. He was pooping blue before we even got back to the car. (Is it bad to make blue poop references on the web?)]