Somewhere out there is an airport. More precisely,
the Ice Runway. The weather has gotten pretty
horrible for summer standards and the snow is
starting to pile up as well as the wind continuing
to howl. Flights have been canceled again, both
north and southbound. Things are supposed to
improve over the next twenty four hours, but for
now, McMurdo feels like it's in one of those
shakeable snow globes!
No comments:
Post a Comment