This was a night flight, I think. We all got to the site, and set up, and then everyone scattered to find their own space on a rock. I found this lovely little rock and took the opportunity to bask in the warm sun. The weather was perfectly calm. No wind. I remember lying on this rock and listening to the ice shelf crack. It’s a fascinating sound, like a muffled snap, only deep and powerful. There are so many amazing features in this place, so many sounds, smells, colors, textures. It’s like an enormous playground for all of your senses. I distinctly remember the feeling of sitting on that rock, the warm sun, the cool crisp air, the immense ice shelf cracking in the distance. I love Antarctica.