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Dispatch
#4 January 7, 2002. Punta Arenas, Chile.
Hey Gang, The
weather has improved markedly in Antarctica and we
are on hot standby. So hot, that we have just
checked out of the Hotel. We will visit our favorite
restaurant for what we hope will be the last time,
at least for a few weeks. And then we will hopefully
get the thumbs up in the form of a positive weather
update. Upon which we will shoot out to our waiting
Russian-made jet and get airborne before the weather
gods change their mind.
It was a mad
scramble to weigh all of our gear and load it onto
the truck. All told we have 540kgs (1,200 lbs.) food
and equipment. When I think that we will be climbing
with all of that, it is a rather daunting prospect.
Yet each day we will literally eat our way up the
mountain, as we consume both food and fuel. Soon our
loads will become more reasonable and our bodies
harder allowing us to focus on the mountains that
await us.
First though, we
must fly 2380 km.(1,800 mi.) across the dangerous
Drake Passage, some of the roughest water on earth,
and vast expanses of ice and snow. We will land on
one of the few blue ice runways on the continent.
This natural occurring feature allows us to switch
aircraft at Patriot Hills(Lat.80degrees South). From
there it's off to Vinson base camp in a much smaller
Twin Otter aircraft, which is snow skis. Of course
this whole scenario is possible only if the weather
cooperates, so please keep your fingers crossed. And
just maybe we're out of here today.
Totally Stoked Vern
Tejas
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