“Tell your boy that I’ve got a six pack on him and he’d better win.” Eric eyed me through the dish pit window as I scraped egg remains from the breakfast plates in the South Pole galley. The marathon was coming up and bets were flying as to who would finish first. Eric and other local gamblers…
“Hello, ladies! Have you heard about Ladies Night at the South Pole Telescope?” I turned to lend my attention to the bearded speaker who maneuvered his lean, tall frame into a chair next to us, fixing his smiling eyes on each of us in turn. I recognized him as the cosmologist who had given last…
A few minutes before midnight, I left the cockpit of the C-130–vibrating on its giant skis, propellers buzzing–and placed my fat white boots onto the crunchy snow, blinking into the sunlight reflecting off the sea of white stretching ever outward to fall away with the curvature of the earth. In the foreground, a small crowd…