Last post from nowhere.

This should be the last post from the Great White South. Of course with the Superbowl tomorrow it wouldn't be surprising if the Air Force cancelled the flight due to some mysterious mechanical malfunction that came out of the blue.

It's funny listening to the Neil Young song from which this blog site derived its name. It was good name for the site back then, but now it's more appropriate than ever. It's simply time to go. All of us will miss people we've met down here. But it's strange to see everyone get into town and then go to all of their going away parties. We were the first to get here, and now it looks like we are the last to leave.

So here's a few pix from one of the more recent going away parties. It had the advantage of also being an engagement party. So with more to celebrate, the drinking activities needed to be stepped up a notch. A few of us ended up going old school on the function and started shot-gunning beers. It really had been a long time for me, but I'm happy to say I still have what it takes to hang with the youngsters. My years of 'training' with the likes of Wheaton, Williams, Santagata, Burns, and Gunderson (to name only a few) seemingly payed off.

I'm in a huge hurry right now, so I gotta go. In closing, Antarctica was great. But in the words of Jets coach, Herm Edwards, "We gots to go!".

I'll post back in when I get back from New Zealand, mid-Feb or something like that. Or tomorrow when I find out the plane doesn't fly.