Over my break between spring and summer semesters, I finally read Roff Smith's Life on the Ice, his account of his many trips to the frozen continent. Lizzi had given me the book as a Hanukah present. Instead of dissuading me in any way, Smith's stories reinvigorated my desire to spend a considerable amount of time on the ice. This past weekend Lizzi picked up the book and started reading. Then I sent her the Picture, which finally sealed the deal. In fact, her email back to me went something like this:
Okay, I'm sold.Last night we had the Talk™. She gave me her conditions: McMurdo, HR/research/cook, no winters. Fair enough. I'm sold. The major question, then, is when do we go. Of course, kids aren't in the too-faraway future, and the Ice isn't particularly amenable to children. And we definitely don't want to put off our trip round-the-world. So, it looks like we're heading south in the next 3-5 years. I can't wait.
I'm looking at Raytheon's site right now.