Feb 10 pos: 54 01 s 38 03 W Jordan Cove, Bird island
Wind NE 25 to 35. Rain, no vis. 7 degrees C.
Feb 11 pos: 54 05 S 36 57 W . Antarctic Bay. Wind NW 20
knots. Good vis, partly cloudy. 10 degrees C
Feb 12 pos: 54 17 S 36 30 W. Grytviken. Wind SW 20 to
30, gusting 40. Clear.
We wasted no time in leaving King Haakon Bay. If the wind
increased from the northwesterly quarter (as predicted by Bob
Rice), the bay could become a trap. Once on the outside of the
bay, we were relieved to find no wind, so we motored in all haste
to the northwest.
Six miles from Bird Island, just on dark, the wind began to fill
from the northeast and quickly strengthened to 30 knots. We could
just lay into the bight below Bird Island in order to gain the lee
and Jordan Cove on the south side of the island. It was now a
pitch black night with driving rain and although the cove's
entrance was apparent on radar, the scale made the approach
tricky. We could just see the breakers on both sides of the
channel with the spot light even though they were only 20 meters
away. We grounded once, lifted the keel, then bumped again. Then
we were safely inside the shallow pool. It was 2330 by the time we
were tacked down at anchor and had lines ashore.
By next morning, the wind had swung to the northwest, so it was
time to leave Bird Island and head east down the coast. Although
there was a big swell running, the wind was moderate so we
motorsailed the 25 miles to Rosita Harbour, arriving at 2200,
again in the dark. This time we located and entered the open
anchorage easily and dropped the anchor in 20 meters. The M/V Abel
J was also there to rendezvous with Elena, who had to leave us
early the next morning because of work commitments back home in
Italy. So the next morning at 0700 we came alongside the Abel J, a
well appointed motor vessel dedicated to scientific charters which
is currently on contract with Woods Hole oceanographic institute
for a whale survey. In a few days time, Elena will be filing a
story about their activities on this site.
Pelagics next task was to check both Antarctic Bay and Fortuna
Bay which were possible bail out points for the South-Aris team in
case of injury or prolonged bad weather. We made Antarctic Bay by
1000 and motored to the glacier snout - no sign of them. We
decided to stay there until 1200, when we had a radio sched with
them on VHF. If we motored out along the coast, and they happened
to be holed-up down low in this basin, we might not establish
communications. At 1130 we received a radio call on 4049 kz, the
South Georgia calling frequency, which informed us the team had
arrived at the col above Stromness. They were in touch on VHF with
the 'Oil Mariner,' a work boat from the Falkland Islands, on
contract to service a buoy in the bay.
By 1700 we were alongside the jetty at Stromness shaking hands
with Mike, Frank, Paddy and Jamie. It had taken them just over 48
hours to complete the trek, but they had suffered in the process.
They were all extremely footsore from the plastic double
mountaineering boots, which were overspec for the terrain they had
to cover. Weather beaten faces, hair dishevelled and clothing
filthy and somewhat in tatters, it reminded me of the walk
underneath Waterloo Bridge, as the four limped and stumbled about
like old men.
Their story was as follows: After we said good-bye to them on
the Shackleton Gap on that first day (10 th Feb), they put in 10
hours on fairly easy going, alternating between crampon and ski.
They camped at 2200 at the eastern end of the Crean Glacier.
The next morning they set off at 0530 for the more difficult
passage through the Crean Glacier which is very heavily crevassed.
Many detours were made both up and down, as they weaved their way
through this veritable maze of gaping, bottomless pits.
They made Camp 2 at 1900 at the base of the Konig Glacier.
There, the main river issuing from the glacier caused them
problems. They attempted to cross it, but waist high water swept
Paddy Barry off his feet. Luckily he was attached by a climbing
rope and was landed back ashore as you would a trout. Realizing
this was too dangerous they climbed higher to the snout of the
receding ice and crossed three lesser streams that fed the one
below. Four hours later they were standing on the col above
Stromness - their journey was over.
Shackleton, Crean and Worsely made their historic trek in 36
hours, virtually non-stop simply because they had to. They carried
no shelter, a bit of old rope, an adze for an ice axe and a primus
with food for two days. They walked out of Peggoty Camp in the
same clothes they had been wearing for months and were black and
sooty from cooking on blubber stoves. They were hardly recognized
by the whalers when they arrived in Stromness and Shackleton had
to introduce himself to Mr. Sorlie, an old acquaintance and
manager of the station. The full account in both Shackletons "South"
and Worsely's "Shackleton's Boat Journey" is well worth
reading for the details.
During this historic adventure of survival, they admit to being
lucky at every turn, but also recognize a guiding hand. "When
I look back at those days," said Shackleton, "I have no
doubt that providence guided us, not only across those snowfields,
but across the storm- white sea that separated Elephant Island
from our landing-place on South Georgia. I know that during that
long and racking march of 36 hours over the unnamed mountains and
glaciers of South Georgia it seemed to me often that we were four,
not three." Shackletons belief, shared by both Worsely and
Crean of the 'fourth presence' was so strong that it inspired T S
Eliot to write the lines in the Wasteland,
Who is the third who walks always beside you? When
I count, there are only you and I together But when I look
ahead up the white road There is always another one walking
beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do
not know whether a man or a woman -But who is that on the
other side of you?
Please note that Pelagic and the South-Aris team will be in S.
Georgia for three more weeks, making an attempt to climb Mt Roots.
From now on stories will be issued once weekly until the end of
the voyage on March 15th.
Skip Novak
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