On The Go: Christchurch to Lake Miers

Lake Miers and the Trans-Antarctic mountains

Hello friends, family and others that find this post by mistake. I have not felt like writing recently, well since June anyway. However, as they say, a picture paints a thousand words and I have 99. So, over the course of the next three blog posts I will be posting 99 pictures intermixed with comments when necessary. The following series begin in Christchurch, New Zealand and end at Lake Miers, Antarctica. Mentioning said above pictured lake; not a typical lake where fish are caught and beers are drank. Frozen, surrounded by glaciers and mountains, no fish, no beers. Stunning though.

Happy to be on the road again!

We spent a day in Christchurch in the newly reopened downtown area, after the massive earthquake 3 years ago. Luckily there were men in chain mail and women in brown moo-moo's gallivanting about backed by flute solos. I was also poured a flagon of ale from a Friar Tuck lookalike ruddy with merriment; those that know me can imagine how important that was.

Always tickled to see my orange bag!

Third time!

We arrived this year just before Halloween. Here are my favorite costumes:

Jenna as Gollum

Hulk and the Iron Sheikh

Lord Helmet

Upon the shelves in the Helicopter Operations building are rows of flight helmets sized XS to XL. Alone, a giant white meteor sits alone on the top shelf, dusty from months of neglect waiting for its masters call. Ziggy, the only XXL helmet on station sitting exactly where I left it months ago, the last time I squeezed it on my gargantuan dome.