Out at station two today. The weather is a little nasty today and due to get worse. The day is filled with training and the regular routine. By afternoon the front has moved in and it’s now condition two. The boys and I gear up and head outside for a little rugby (how many times can you say you’ve done that) Rugby in Antarctica in a condition 2 storm. Wicked. The evening draws in and so does worse weather. It’s now condition one. Batten down the hatches. It’s exceeding 50 knot winds, and visibility is less than 5 metres. We get word that a bassler plane is shortly due to land. The pilot had no choice but to continue on and land. We put on our turnout gear and position in the trucks. We can hear him but have no idea where he is, for all we know he could be heading into the building! Alas, he makes a landing and eventually becomes visible. I take my hat off to him. “ Buy that man a beer,” we laugh, our nerves have now eased. No rescue mission today.
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