I think the weather is trying to tell us to go home. It snowed
all last night, leaving a think layer of the powdery stuff on
everything. Today the sun has been turned on full blast and large
pools of water are everywhere. Fortunately we packed a lot up
yesterday, and we're running on a skeleton crew of equipment,
mainly so that we can keep in communications until the last minute.
Jim Williams was kind enough to take Javier and Jen and me out
into the Khumbu Icefall today. We didn't travel far into it, just
enough for all of us to be awed by it. My initial impression of
the ice formations when I came into EBC stays the same -- it reminds
me of Superman's Fortress of Solitude (the one from the movies,
not the "real" one). Obligatory comic reference out of the way.
But really, it's pretty neat.
In other news, my boots are dry. Robert gave me the tip to put
the liners behind my bent knees in the sleeping bag and it worked
like a charm -- I guess I just can't generate enough heat at the
end of the bag to keep things down there.
The educational videoconferences went really well from what we
could see on our end. Hopefully we'll be able to get a videotape
of the conferences, as my parents will probably want a copy. On
that note, let me say how disappointed I was that no one asked
me a single question. I mean, I travel all this way and work hard
every day, and the thanks I get is to sit during the whole conference
listening to "The Best of U2 1980-1990" (which by the way isn't
at all an accurate title). You're all off of my Christmas list
-- so there!
Hypoxic tantrums aside, I have to confess to looking forward
to getting out of here. The chill of porcelain on skin at 2 am
will never feel better than for the next few weeks. Don't get
me wrong -- this trip has been a lot of fun, as well as a lot
of work. But all good things must come to an end, especially when
they involve a lot of shivering and coughing up strangely colored
material. The funny thing about being on a science expedition
is that when you cough up strange things, people don't get grossed
out, they grab a slide and put it under the microscope. And I
have to eat meals with these people.
We want to thank all the kids (both young and old) who have sent
email to us about the educational conferences, and we were glad
that broadcast.com was able to make them available around the
world.
Well, it looks like it's time to take the tinsel off the tree.
When next we meet I'll probably be a lot further down the road
to Katmandu. Wish us all luck -- we've been very fortunate so
far in avoiding most troubles on the road to Everest. If you want
to drop a line I'm here at NMerriam@ArtBoy.org.
Nathaniel