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Location: 64 10.277S, 56 16.310W
Temperature: -6 C
Drilling Continues
The cliffs of the Seymour Island disappeared in the mist. Lead blue clouds are so low on the horizon, that it seams you could touch them. Weddell Sea is trying to get its icy grip around the Palmer. The ice floe quietly carries us along. The Palmer's mighty thrusters roar trying to resist the drift and keep us on station while the coring on the ocean floor is going on. An iceberg appears on the radar screen, approaches perilously close, then at the last moment drifts away from us. While I know that we are safe in Captain MikeÄôs hands, I decided to put down my reading about the ill-fated explorations in the Weddell Sea.
Our drillers have worked arduously since last night, trying to push, drill, and hammer against basalt laden till under the ocean floor. They have penetrated the first twenty meters, but further progress seams exceedingly difficult. There is no time to get disheartened, but I just might have to get my penguin fossil at a different site.
With all the excitement about drilling and potential geological discoveries I must not fail to mention our tour of the Palmer's galley. We had a rare opportunity to see Lorie's inner sanctum, the kitchen where she Alejandra, Lorenzo, and Nester create our culinary marvels. Trying to cater to the tastes and multicultural eating mores of 64 hungry women and men aboard the Palmer four times a day is a tricky and often thankless undertaking. On behalf of us all I offer our gratitude to those who lovingly provide our food. We also had a chance to visit the pantry and the freezer, both of an impressive size and holding enough food to sustain us for over six moths. Just in case, I counted the bags of flour and chocolate chips and was reassured that we will not run out of cookies before the end of the cruise.
Alex Injac
 Weddell Sea
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