Ground-no-fog day

The plane arrived yesterday and we flew out to the Fosdicks briefly to
collect cargo from the campsite that was left when the dig team got
pulled out (they finally left last thursday, 17 days after being put in,
poor souls!!) and to recce some landing sites for today but no time for
geologising unfortunately.

Anyway, the last post was about groundhog day - where fog stops play and
the plane can't come/we can't go anywhere.

Today we have invented a new term. Ground-No-Fog Day.

Definition: When it is a gorgeous day at Siple Dome but the forecast is
for fog to arrive and it NEVER ARRIVES!!

No Fog. No Wind. No Clouds. No Flight.

Very frustrating all round (the pilots hate sitting around more than we
do) We looked at another option to return to Byrd Camp but the weather
there is pants.

More reading, more running, more eating, more tea. MORE CHEESE :-)

And every finger crossed for tomorrow. Tick Tock, Tick Tock