Blue skies and windy with high cirrus clouds. Although our guides and captain were attempting to schedule a walk-about on fast ice, the sea swells made it impossible to jump into zodiacs and clamor on shore. At times the wind was strong enough to blow me down.
We continued our route along the ice shelf with beautiful lighting off of the ice. Penguins, a few seals and flocks of petroles circling around the ship made for a magical experience. While we kept watch for whales to validate the bay’s name, it was not to be today.
Slowly moving westward we recorded our lowest destination for the trip: 78 38.744 S, 163 33.489 W. By dinner, we should cross the International Date Line. No need to adjust our clocks, however, since we are on “Russ”, our expedition leader, time having made the leap 24 hours ago. Where did January 12th go? It must be somewhere out there in the continuum of time.
Traveling west along the Ross Sea, we are heading in the direction of McMurdo Station, a significant US presence on the continent.
Rizbee On The Road 