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February 25 One last try!

 We discovered early this morning that there was another ship in the Bay. And that’s a first on this voyage - everyone else is over visiting the Antarctic Peninsula, lucky us! Our Expedition Leader was keen to make a landing on the beach to see Borchgrevink’s hut so we were called to an early breakfast in order to maximise the time we could spend in Robertson Bay before heading north to Macquarie Island.

Samuel got two boatloads landed through the surf but then called it off as it was proving just too dangerous. One zodiac got swamped and waves were breaking over people - no wonder they pulled up stumps and retreated to the ship. But they took all the zodiacs out to cruise around the beach later.

It looks fairly innocuous but in was treacherous between the icebergs and shore  

The long awaited Polar Plunge took place before lunch that day and 11 stalwarts leapt in. In spite of my intentions, I decided against it - I had a cold and the weather was icy. And Lindsay. in view of his recent surgery, was advised against it by the ship’s doctor.  And we were being stalked by a Leopard seal - they have been known to attack humans particularly if they are wearing black!!! That would have been me - a good decision for me!

That's Samuel in the zodiac there to help. Note ice in the water! very cold

That splash was made by Al, one of our chefs who jumped off from deck 4 where we all were hanging over the edge. Brave crazy boy.

We spent the rest of the day after lunch taking pix as we sailed NNW towards Balleny Islands on our way to Macquarie Island

February 23-24 Heading back north

We revisited the desolate Inexpressible island on our return journey back north. The weather was a little kinder than 4 days earlier so a group of people went ashore. The sea was still a bit too rough for me so I, and many others, decided against it but I wished I had joined them as this island has some of the best examples of lichens in this entire region and also some amazing rocks as well as the odd penguin. I say ‘odd’ because the landing party came across an Emperor penguin on land and that’s most unusual. These penguins rarely go ashore living their entire life on sea ice, ice shelf or at sea.

It was getting colder by the day!

It was an icy cold -5C morning as we slowly sailed out of the Ross Sea towards Cape Adare and Robertson Bay for another attempt at landing on the beach near Borchgrevink’s hut. As we retraced our steps northward, we encountered much more ice and snow than we had seen just 7 days earlier - winter was fast closing in. 

Possession Island - a quite magnificent and stark scene 

Last year's sea ice starting to clump

We sailed past massive iceberg adrift in a fast freezing sea

When we reached Robertson’s Bay, we found that it was too rough along the shore to land so we sailed further on to the head of the bay. Quite spectacular with an island, Duke of York island, almost free of snow and ice, backed up against a couple of converging glaciers. 

Cape Adare looked so different to when we arrived a mere 7 days earlier.

Duke of York Island, the dark mass on the right.

We anchored in the Bay overnight so we could have another go at going ashore to inspect the hut in the morning.

February 22 Earth’s last frontier?

 

Cape Crozier is on the east is almost engulfed by the Ross Ice Shelf

Indeed it feels like the last frontier! This morning I woke with a sore throat, the result of spending too long out on the frozen deck last night -12c, so I stayed rugged up in our cabin for the morning. In the meantime, the ship ploughed on around Ross Island to Cape Crozier, the most eastern point of Ross Island, and then along the edge of the Ross Ice Self.  Fortunately, we had a front cabin so could watch out two windows – front and side. The captain sailed the ship so close, you felt you could almost reach out and touched the ice. It was a vast flat expanse of dazzling sparkling white, quite beautiful but terrifying in it unyielding front.

The edge of the Ice Shelf from the front window of our cabin

You can see where chunks of the ice shelf have calved off

The vastness of the continent has been sneaking up on me gradually as we have sailed down the western part of the Ross Sea as far as the Ross Island and the ice shelf.  Back in 1841 Sir James Clark Ross sailed along this huge wall of ice that we now know as the edge of the Ross Ice Shelf.  That shelf was formed by the convergence of numerous glaciers flowing seaward from the high ice plateau. Its age is unknown but supposedly the ice cap of East Antarctica reached its current expanse 6 million years ago and still continues to grow. The ice from that frozen plateau gives birth to great glaciers which push immense ice tongues many kilometres into the sea - the Drygalski Ice Tongue which we sailed past extends 80 km into the Ross Sea. On the western aspect of East Antarctica, these giant glaciers ‘squeeze’ between gaps in the high Transantarctic Mountain Range that divides the continent into two distinct geological regions, East and West. Geologically West Antarctic (which is in the east for us!) closely resembles the Andes Mountain range of South America. East Antarctica predates it with some rocks dating back more than 3 billion years, part of the earth’s old crust. 

But back to the Ross Sea .... it doesn’t look that big on a map but it is almost 1000 km across and covers an area of 960,000 square km. It’s coastline measures over 4,000 km.  It is home to ~40% of world’s Adelie penguins, a quarter of all Emperor penguins, 50% of the world’s Weddell seals and, among other species, it is home to over 2000 invertebrate species. The Ross Ice Shelf, home to one of the largest populations of Emperor penguins (20,000 pairs), has an area of over 500,000 sq km, twice the size of Victoria (about the size of France). It’s expansive and quite thick – towards the edge it is perhaps 300-500m thick but further south it is much thicker.

It is a phenomenal place, a wonderful sight but the temperature was dropping so we turned for north and more wonders.

February 21 McMurdo Sound

That same day after visiting Discovery Hut, we sailed further south in McMurdo Sound to Scott Base, NZ's base. It was quite picturesque as it was snowing gentle flakes. A number of people went ashore to inspect the old huts. We then spent the rest of the afternoon and evening sailing close to the McMurdo Ice Shelf looking for wildlife. We saw Adelie and Emperor penguins and Weddell and Crab-eater seals and a few Minke whales plus other beautiful creatures. It was glorious.

The green structures are part of the NZ base.

We were intrigued to discover that there's a huge runway along the McMurdo ice shelf.

Sir Edmund Hillary was based at Scotts base in the mid 1950s when he led the New Zealand component of the Commonwealth Trans-Antarctic Expedition; he was the first person to arrive at the South Pole by vehicle. 

The sea was slowly starting to freeze forming tiny disks which coalesced to form pancakes.  This was no problem for our little ship but there was still some of last year’s ice which was much thicker - we munched through it. Aleksandr, our captain was having a wonderful time and didn’t stop smiling the entire time, nudged the ship right up the ice shelf so close we felt that we could reach out and touch a pair of Emperor penguins preening on the edge of the ice. 

Everyone crew included were hanging over the side of the ship

In spite of the freezing cold, the evening was glorious so we stayed around that patch of sea for hours photographing and videoing. 

It was fascinating crunching through the growing ice sheets 

We cut a crazy path through the ice as we tracked these glorious creatures

The Emperor penguins were wonderful and the Captain, careful not to spook them, took the ship in wide slow circles in order to get us a little closer. And while we were watching them a sleek Leopard seal was watching us. We were all reluctant to leave that glorious vistas so we dined pretty late again that night. Having spending hours out on deck in this little patch of heaven under pearly skies, it was not surprising that next morning I woke with a bit of a cold. But oh what a splendid evening it had been alone in the silence of ice and sea and pearly skies. 

February 21 Heading further south to Discovery Hut

Over a few days we visited the places on Ross Island where the expedition huts built over 100 years ago by Scott and Shackleton’s early expedition teams still stood. Amazing! We were fortunate to be able to land. A month ago, this same ship couldn’t get to some of the spots because of high seas and winds. Lucky us!  All the while Mt Erebus loomed nearby quietly puffing out ‘steam’. The scenery was always spectacular! 

If you zoom in you will see wind turbines on the Hill - this is a very windy place. Once they used nuclear power but that was dismantled thankfully.

There was little wind and the temperature was a balmy -4C as we dropped anchor that morning to visit Discovery Hut; this hut had been built on Scott’s first expedition in 1902. We landed close to the huge US base, McMurdo Station, which houses over 1000 personnel, some all year round; we weren’t invited in but we did chat to a few guys out for a walk. 

It was another icy landing at Hut Point Peninsula, but we were getting quite adept at walking on ice - even in great clumping gumboots. 

There was quite a line up to get in to see the interior of this hut and before we were allowed in our boots had to be brushed clean.

A pile of seal blubber and bones used to make soup etc - yummy!

These are expedition biscuits. Hard as wood but sufficient for a meal with a hunk of cheese.

It was a long wait to get into the hut as only a few were allowed to enter at a time, but it was worth it to experience the living quarters these stalwarts braved.  It was tough living and even tougher on their attempts to reach the Pole; at times the men in the expedition parties survived on one of those hard biscuits per day. They’re quite large and with a chunk of cheese they would make a meal - or so the story goes according to David, our historian. Imagine hauling a sledge all day with little left to eat,  

A colony of Adele penguins

Communications station perched high on a ridge behind the US McMurdo Station. 

After we had solemnly tiptoed through the hut, we climbed a snowy ridge behind the hut and came across a colony of Adelie penguins. They are the cutest things all huddled together chattering constantly. That’s brave Lindsay waiting for me to come and walk with him - the drop on the left was steep and treacherous straight onto the rocky shore and sea. It was very stark but so beautiful, a chilly black and white scene dotted here and there with the bright flashes of coloured jackets of our fellow explorers.

A memorial to George T Vince, a member of the British Antarctic Expedition 1901-04 who lost his life  near here. 

February 20 - we are the most southern ship in the world!

Satellite image of Ross Island (L) showing the two hut locations we visited. 

Having passed Cape Royds on Ross Island with a promise to return, we headed to Cape Evans where an expedition hut from the 1900s still stands. This is the site from which Scott and a small party of his expedition team set out for the South Pole tragically never to return. It was a dark and bleak promontory. Towering behind those two capes, is the infamous Mt Erebus. It was to loom quietly in the background for a number of days.  Awesome.

We headed off for an ice-encrusted black sand beach and shucked our life jackets.

Weird and fanciful mushroom-like formations carved by wind and water lined the beach at Cape Evans.

Scott's hut in the distance

Lean-to stables adjoined the hut. Against them is propped one of the original wooden sledges 

The hut had stables where the poor expedition ponies were housed. How Scott ever thought that ponies could survive in the bitter conditions of the Antarctic I can’t imagine. Animals were brought along on these expeditions as transport and food! What madness. The ponies died of course. The shell of the hut has been rebuilt but what remained inside is as it was left, including the meteorology station built 100 odd years ago on the hill behind the hut.  We felt like intruders picking our way through the remnants inside and out of the Cape Evans hut. I found myself almost in a whisper as we wandered around the hut and surrounds. Behind the hut and stretching up the hill was the detritus of those early expeditions.  

Of course we lined up for the obligatory photo.

Before creeping into the dark interior of this ill fated hut, we got a couple of snaps taken for posterity.  Then after cleaning our boots we ducked our heads and entered this staggering museum, a perfect tribute to the brave explorers of yesteryear. It was just as they had left it.

It was just how they left it. In the centre are strips of seal blubber, below that is one of their sleeping bags made from reindeer hide with the soft hair inside.

It was an Aladdin's cave that swept you back to a bitter difficult time. Here and at other huts there were piles of blubber dating from the early 1900s completely preserved in the intense dry cold. They used the blubber for various things including cooking and light. It had been a fascinating morning which held us engaged for hours which meant a late lunch.

Shackleton's hut is that pale structure in centre of the image. To right of the hut and closer to the shore is the protected penguin colony.

It was a glorious albeit icy scene with Mt Erebus in the background.

Later that day we returned to Cape Royds in order to visit Shackleton’s hut.  A landing was possible but it promised to be rather rough followed by an even rougher climb over a rocky ridge to reach the hut; access to the hut was limited because it was adjacent to a protected penguin colony. Access was via a long clamber over the rocky hill to the left of the hut.  Although I was very interested in Shackleton, I didn’t go ashore because the climb to the hut looked a bit too challenging for me.  Turns out it was very precarious. A number of passengers sustained minor injuries and poor guy fell down the rocky hill amongst the rocks and had to be rescued by our wonderful Russian sailors. Lindsay came back to the ship rather shattered after having raced ahead of the group to get help and in the process strained his already compromised rib muscles - and that’s another story. From all reports it was a pretty rough trek to the hut; I was glad I hadn't gone! By the time everyone was back on board it was after 9PM so we ended up having a late dinner that night. Such is the nature of these kinds of expeditions - weather, sea and terrain determine the pace.