New Year's at Jack's

We make the most of a reason to celebrate down here.  And New Year's was no exception.  The station held a dress up night, and I can only comment on this from hearsay... so won't go there.  What I can tell you is how I spent mine.



(Left - Right) Tim N, Brad, Amber, Tim B and Myself



Tim, Tim, Amber, Brad and I took the chance to shoot off for a couple of nights.  There was still one further hut that a few of us hadn't visited - Jack's.  So Jack's it was.

It's a humble little shack on the top of a rocky maraine.  However, it's from here that I've seen one of the most beautiful views since coming south.  It looks out over the sea (north east of Casey), to an area where the water becomes shallower, and becomes home to hundreds of icebergs.  The icebergs move about with the currents and the wind, and if large enough become stuck in the shallower waters.

As the code was "dress-ups" back on station, a few wigs, and headpieces got dragged out with the beers.  It became was a fantasic night of laughts and storytelling. 



24 seconds past midnight!  Who knows what I'm pointing at?



And I'm sure there is no finer place in the world to take a dump! (photo thanks to Tim B)


Our second night out was spent at Wilkes... previous blogs tell the story of this place.  Billy was generous enough to meet us for some Ice Climbing in the morning.  With a little coaching we all got to the top.