Lakewood's Wanderings and Scribbles.: 2010 - The year of Graduation, Great PCT walking, Grueling Candidacy, Glaciology Papers, and Going South.....again

Well, here I sit again...at the precipice. Looking out over the wide expanse. I'm looking ahead to another year, yet looking back on another year gone by. I have kept personal thoughts and experiences mostly off of this blog for the past 6 months, limiting entries to those PCT-related (with a few exceptions). Since 2008, my year-end review blogs have become somewhat of a tradition for me though, so I decided once again to make this quick post. I realize it's a bit early for a year-end blog entry, but my internet access will be very limited this year at WAIS Divide, and I wanted to post this before I left McMurdo Station.

2010 - Another one for the books. Another year filled with incredible ups and downs, and one I can file away with smile. I set many goals for myself this year, many quite lofty. I sit here now at the close, with a calming sense of contentment knowing what I was able to accomplish. I will have memories from this year that I will undoubtedly carry forever. Memories defined by me....and memories that will define me.

I gave this posting the title that I did (lovely alliteration and all), because of the 5 milestones that most highlight and/or punctuate 2010 for me:

Graduation from Penn State with a Masters Degree
A Successful 2663 mile Pacific Crest Trail Thru-Hike
A Successful PhD Candidacy Exam
Submission of My First Manuscript
Another Year in Antarctica (Beginning and End of the year)

2010 began just as 2009 did. A lovely New Year's celebration at WAIS Divide camp in West Antarctica. We were half-way through another successful drilling season. Our goal depth - 2600 meters. Overall it was another great season for everyone. I was able to cut and mount all of my physical properties samples and assist the core-handling crew. With that said, something was a little off for me. I've alluded to this in previous posts, but the short story is that I as my 2nd Antarctic season was coming to a close, I had become rather despondent. A sort of "blah"-melancholy. It's very hard to explain in words, and I still have not figured out what brought this change in demeanor on, but I knew at the time that I needed another head cleaning session... (more on that later)

New Years Day 2010

WAIS Divide Camp - 2009-2010

Me and Charlie Bentley in the WAIS Divide Drilling Arch

On my way back form the ice, I again spent a little time barnstorming around the mountains and bucolic pastures of New Zealand. I did another tour of the Southern Island, hiking a bit at Arthur's Pass, visiting glaciers, zipping through the kepler track again, and general overall sight-seeing. It was nice...but in truth, I rushed through it. I really just wanted to get back home.....home to friends, family, and people I was missing.

Kepler Track

Steepest Street in the World - NZ

Moeraki Calcite Boulders - NZ

When I got back to Pennsylvania, I plugged away trying finish up my Masters Thesis edits and get it into a form that was not only acceptable to the Grad School, but that I could submit to a Journal. I handed in everything and starting making plans for a PCT hike.

On April 22nd, I headed out to San Diego to start what would be my most epic journey yet. I stayed that first night in town, walking around a small neighborhood near Scout and Frodo's house trying to take-in just what I was about to begin. I remember looking up at the star-lit sky through the palm trees and immediately feeling that I was where I was supposed to be.

And then the journey began. For 4 months, I plodded, sloshed, trekked, glissaded, forded, and swam my way along the 2663 miles of the PCT. I dealt with incredible amounts of snow, long mile days, and hordes of mosquitos. The rewards were completely worth it though. Breathtaking vistas, sunsets, and mountain peaks....the likes of which I have never experienced before (except for maybe briefly in Colorado).

While sitting at a random hostel along the trail on May 16th, 3000 miles away my name was being read aloud during the 2010 Penn State Commencement ceremonies. I had received my Masters Degree. Whatever happens in the years to come, and whichever direction my career takes me, this can never be taken away from me. I was very proud of this accomplishment and celebrated around a nice campfire with hiking friends.

Shiny new Masters Degree

Just over three months, 2000 miles, and thousands of memories later, I was standing in Canada a completed PCT thru-hiker...and ready to head home, healed. I blogged during the entire hike and each day is up on here.....Here are the capstone final blogs though:

Day 123: The END!
PCT: Final Journey Home
Newspaper and PCT Updates
Slide-Shows
PCT - Closing the Chapter
PCT Epilogue

Mexican Border

Mt. Whitney Climb

Crater Lake

Canadian Border - The End

The celebration didn't last long once I got home. I was in full school mode rather quickly. Throughout the month of September I fine-tuned my masters manuscript.....over and over again. I passed it around between co-authors for weeks until it was finally ready to submit. It was very important to me to have this paper submitted before heading to the ice again. This would leave me worry-free. Hitting that submit button was a huge relief and another accomplishment in my book. This will be my first of hopefully many papers to come.

My first scientific paper is "in peer review" in J. of Glaciology

"Late-Holocene climate evolution at the WAIS Divide site,

West Antarctica: bubble number-density estimates"

And then.....the stress came. Candidacy. One simple word that can cause so much angst. So much turmoil. I spent an entire month struggling with preparation for this dreaded exam. I wrote two proposals...which turned out to be rather mediocre at best. I studied every day, countless equations and fundamentals of glaciology. On November 16th, I walked into a small conference room with 4 very smart people. For nearly three hours I was asked question after question about my proposals and had to defend them. It was dreadful....yet somehow, by the grace of God, I passed. Here is my quick blog recap about it.

Passed Candidacy

So here it is, the end of the year and I am again in Antarctica. My flight arrived in New Zealand on my birthday, and I am patiently awaiting my flight out to WAIS Divide for what will probably be my last season here. All in all, it was a rather fantastic year. I have again grown both mentally and spiritually this past year and had many realizations as to what really is important in life.

Arriving in McMurdo off of the C-17

McMurdo Sea Ice Observation Tube

Final Thoughts

It is incumbent upon us all to live the life that we've imagined. Our lives are a mere flicker of time, and blink out before we know it. Here are a few more words of wisdom from the one man who can, and should, inspire us all. These are words that I marinated on all summer, words that sculpted my soul, words that opened my eyes....

"The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation, is confirmed desperation."

"I went into the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-lie as to put to rout all that was not life; to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion"

"The surface of the Earth is soft and impressible by the feet of men; and so with the paths which the mind travels. How worn and dusty, then, must be the highways of the world, how deep the ruts of tradition and conformity! I did not wish to take a cabin passage, but rather to go before the mast and on the deck of the world, for there I could best see the moonlight amid the mountains. I do not wish to go below now, nor ever.

I learned this, at least, by my experiment; that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. He will put some things behind, will pass an invisible boundary; new, universal, and more liberal laws will begin to establish themselves around and within him.

In proportion, as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness. If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now....put the foundations under them!"

However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The faultfinder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poorhouse. The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the almshouse as brightly as from the rich man's abode; the snow melts before its door as early in the spring. I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace. "

"I am enjoying life as much as ever, and regret nothing."

H.D. Thoreau (excerpts from Walden)

Emotional finish of the PCT...