The first week

I've been here 10 days now, and it feels like I've been here for a month already. The scramble back in Hobart feels like a lifetime ago. Walking about in the snow feels like the most natural thing in the world. I am so very much at home in my cosy living quarters room, my cabin in this big rectangular land ship that I am now Captain of.
In the past week we have had two blizzards clocking 70 kts on both occasions, followed by dead calm 0 kts the next day. The autumn sunshine hangs high in the sky well into dinner time and the windows of the mess offer the most spectacular view of the light on the bergs in the bay, continually changing, but always dramatic.
I've  found my headspace, my daily routine is forming up, I am slowly getting to know the team, and life is settling into a pleasant routine here at 66 south.

The Casey sign. Photo: Jacque Comery

Settlling into another day at the office. Photo: Jacque Comery

Snowy morning. Photo: Jacque Comery

The view to the Red Shed where we live from  the yellow Ops Building, which houses my office. Photo: Jacque Comery

Reflection in the Red Shed door. Photo: Jacque Comery

 

Blizz lines connecting all buildings.  Photo: Jacque Comery

Sunset. Photo: Jacque Comerry