What was: Day 70 - Ship Observations
Massive post. Here we go.
Most every day on the ship there is some kind of steering committee meeting where the main scientists get together and make a schedule for the next station - figuring out what they need, when to do it, in what order, etc.
"PSSSHHH ATTENTION ALL SCIENCE PERSONNEL, ATTENTION ALL SCIENCE PERSONNEL, THERE IS A STEERING COMMITTEE MEETING TODAY AT 6:15, STEERING COMMITTEE AT 6:15. THANK YOU"
Jeeze, that'll take you back. Must have heard that over the loud speakers about 18 million times. Anyhow - normally I don't go to these things, because I'm really just a lab monkey and don't have much to do with the organization of things. However, due to the fact that my immediate supervisor tells me nothing whatsoever, I went to a few when I wanted to know when I could sleep for the next few days.
When you sit on the floor in the back, this is what these meetings are like:
That was Dan, Jason, Pierre, and Julie. Ah yes, and this is my roommate Johannie:
By an odd combination of circumstances, we don't really ever speak to each other. (That doesn't imply some big drama, we just...don't talk).
Gary Stern, a head scientist we can all be proud of:
Turns out he's also excellent at karaoke. And finally, I give you Dominique, Gerald, Stephan, and Jody:
Where are we? CANADA!
Apologies to the passionate Quebec people, that was the flag flying, so I took its photo.
On the front deck, some kind of heating keeps this algae experiment from freezing completely...but the corner implies how cold it is.
Phillip the wildlife observer looks out for wildlife. Unfortunately I think he's pretty bored (I think this because that's exactly what he told me). There's very little wildlife out here right now.
View along the starboard fifth deck outdoor walkway over some fuel barrels:
Ominous:
Emergency stairway to engine room outside my lab:
We're passing through an area where there was an attempted mooring recovery last year. Like the earlier ones on this trip, they lost the mooring in this general area when it wouldn't come up last year. So we're dragging the sea floor in the vague hope that we might snag it. 
...with this:
Unfortunately (man, if we had caught the thing, we'd be heroes), we did not find it. Luk looks over the proceedings:
View from the bridge of the dragging proceedure:
3 comments:
"Apologies to the passionate Quebec people, that was the flag flying, so I took its photo."
Were you sailing with a bunch of Separatists?
The chances of you dragging that anchor along a single line and actually finding the mooring when considering the size of the ocean floor has to be ridiculously low.
Some, and that's entirely correct.
If I were a little bottom-dwelling ocean creature, I wouldn't want that anchor dragged over me.
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