Beyond Cape Horn: Travels in the Antarctic
Charles Neider
Language: English
Pages: 387
ISBN: 0871562332
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Writer and Antarctic explorer Neider tells of his third trip to the frozen continent, describing the international stations there and the goals they are working toward. Neider also tours the Antarctic landscape, observing the geography and wildlife and evoking it in detail. Devoting scrutiny to the international treaties that protect the continent politically and environmentally, Neider reveals how important those treaties are. Also included in this work are interviews with Antarctic pioneers Sir Charles Wright, Sir Vivian Fuchs, and Laurence Gould.
vicinity, but a large metal structure going up was pale blue. Sign on a central one-story building: POLSKA ACADEMIA NAUK STAKJA IM. H. ARCTOWSKIEGO. The building was prefab, wooden, painted orange with brown trim, and had a little unroofed fenced porch at the entrance. The long-haired photographer with his Hasselblad, dressed in black, with gray calf-high rubber boots. The station leader tall, hatless, wearing a huge red down parka and talking intensely. Barsdate, Alexander, Young, Huffman.
still remember also how often, when we had stopped for the day and the dogs had been fed and were settling down for the night, one dog would stick his nose in the air and start to howl. Not bark, but howl. Presently he might be joined by another one. Soon the whole pack would be howling in unison and, after they’d traveled for three months together, in the same pitch. And then just as cleanly as a symphony orchestra conductor brings his orchestra to a close, these dogs would all stop howling
reddish gold clouds cast an apricot glow on the rippled water. Islands and bergs melted into each other in a single black plane. Above Litchfield Island the sky was lime. “Lost 3.50 at poker. Moonlight, insomnia.” I was sure I had lost at poker to pay some kind of dues for my great pleasure on the glacier. The moonlight excited me, made me feel half-crazy. That was what I told myself, but I sensed that what was making me feel so strange was the imminence of my departure from Antarctica mixed
might be, he proved to be a delight to live and work with, as well as an adequate drinker who plied us both with various liquids in order to keep our voices well oiled, as he explained. In his first letter to me, dated early February 1973, he said he found my article on Taylor Valley “extremely interesting” and hoped I would let him know when my book came out, for he wanted to get a copy. He explained that he was the only survivor now of Taylor’s geological party and of several other parties,
Wilson in November 1912? Do you have any theories or hunches regarding the Scott tragedy that differ from those of Cherry-Garrard, Atkinson, Debenham and Amundsen? Had you returned to Antarctica between the time of the Terra Nova Expedition and 1965? If not, you must have had some striking impressions in 1965, given the contrast between the sledging days and the days of aircraft, and given all the changes that had taken place at what had become McMurdo Station. Did you stay long in Antarctica in