(which left the rest of the gin & Tonic for me...) and a good time was
had all round. And since then it's all gone to plan, as always. We all
left on monday in gorgeous weather and the D team are revelling in the
heroic glory of surviving a week here and the Twotter Boys are sunning
themselves at the Siple Dome Spa Resort.
As they say in America, according to Borat anyway,
NOT.
We are all still here and haven't left camp more than a few hundred
metres since Thursday's ascent of Columbo. Weather socked in and it's
been cloudy, foggy, windy, snowy and everything inbetween since. But
all is good - we've been playing lots of 500 (a great card game) and
this culminated in Corey making an Open Misere hand, spanking Tim and
Ken in one swoop. Anyway, if you don't know 500, that means nothing. It
means a lot here...
So, NYE in the Fosdicks - it went a little something like this: We had
a lye in, wandered around camp a little, made some reasonably elaborate
food - Beef wellington (my first field pastry - merci Cathy pour le
recette!!) and drunk the tent dry. Although with our stash that wasn't
really much. We lasted til around 2 and then drifted off into 2012. The
years pass quick these days...
New Years Day was a brunch of French Toast (which Emilie informs me is
NOT French - but she likes it anyway) and the afternoon was spent "pre
digging" - this means moving excess snow and beating off the ice from
the tent valences (of which there was generally 3 inches) to make pack
up swifter as and when it comes. After a few hours of this, more cards
ensued and more food of course - our last bag of scallops. It's such a
hardship eating out here.
And so the D team flight was cancelled yesterday and today because of
the weather but tomorrow there's two flights on the schedule for all of
us. We have fingers crossed (but will phone for a forecast anyway) If
it goes, we'll be on to our last stage of the season, if not we'll play
more cards. Could be worse.
Watch this space...
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