Now that I’m back on Earth I have the bandwidth to post videos and higher-resolution photographs. Here’s the first: a two-minute tour of the habitat and the view from the observatory.
Archive for January 24th, 2010
I posted photos every day during my trip to Mars, but for technical reasons I could only post them to LiveJournal rather than here. Here’s a link to all of my photo posts on LJ (about 6 photos per post). Enjoy!
MDRS-88 sol 1 photos
MDRS-88 sol 2 photos
MDRS-88 sol 3 photos
MDRS-88 sol 4 photos
MDRS-88 sol 5 photos
MDRS-88 sol 6 photos
MDRS-88 sol 7 photos
MDRS-88 sol 8 photos
MDRS-88 sol 9 photos
MDRS-88 sol 10 photos
MDRS-88 sol 11 photos
MDRS-88 sol 12 photos
MDRS-88 sol 13 photos
MDRS-88 sol 14 photos
MDRS-88 sol 15 photos
Woke up in the hotel in Grand Junction, and even though I’m no longer in an isolated station in the middle of the desert I felt very alone. I miss my crewmates. Had another hot shower to the point of wrinkled fingers. Aah.
Didn’t have a great breakfast. My waffle stuck in the waffle maker, then I spilled a whole cup of coffee getting the creamer out of the fridge, and by the time I got that cleaned up the torn-up waffle was cold. Fox News was babbling away on the TV, talking about how a nun had been saved from being run over by a train and a dog was rescued from floodwaters on the L.A. River, and I reflected just how much I had not missed the news from Earth. About the only news I did catch was the fact of a horrible earthquake in Haiti, but the news was… well, it was so irrelevant to us that it might as well have been on another planet.
I realized only later that I hadn’t had to take full responsibility to clean up the coffee spill. It simply never occurred to me to ask anyone else to do it.
While I ate my cold waffle I pulled out my iPhone to check my email. But as soon as I connected to the network, the very first thing I pulled up was the MDRS webcam. All the new kids were gathered in the kitchen area; looks like they’re doing the dishes together. Good for them. Then I read my email, and the first couple of messages were between the new crew and Mission Support (crew members are included on the hab mailing list for the previous and following rotations as well). The crew was asking about how to get the water heater in the kitchen working (it isn’t working because there isn’t one; we heated water for our sponge baths on the stove) and Mission Support sent them a reminder about getting your daily reports and photos in on time. And while I was reading a trivial little exchange about getting a network hard drive set up on the hab laptop I started sobbing, right there in the Best Western’s breakfast room. I can’t really describe my emotions at that point. Loss? Homesickness? Relief? Exhaustion? If it’s homesickness I’m not sure whether it’s for Portland or Mars. Whatever it is, I’m crying again right now as I type this.
It’s now 9:00 AM and my flight home isn’t until 4:00 PM. I could go to the airport now and try to get on standby for an earlier flight, but that would be a hassle and I’d most likely wind up spending the day in the Grand Junction and/or Denver airports rather than home with my sweetie. I have a lot of things to do on my computer anyway, and my hotel room has a nice desk and fast free Internet, so I’m just going to stay here until my scheduled departure time.
The day dawned clear and cold, with most of the snow melted and the ground mostly frozen rather than muddy. By noon it was about half dry, squidgy in a few places but no impediment to travel at all.
Spent the morning packing, taking a last few pictures and videos, and doing a few bits of paperwork, but mostly just waiting for Crew 89 to show up. I put on my space suit for the last time, to get a video of the process; I walked up to the Musk Observatory for the last time, to get one more set of photos of the splendid view; I walked around and got a few pictures of things that had come to be important for me without ever being photogenic, like the Engineering shed. I said a fond goodbye to my radios, my faithful rovers, my trusted backpacks — even cantankerous #4. I gave Laksen a signed copy of Space Magic. I must confess I got a little teary-eyed.
Crew 89 was about an hour late, which made us even more pleased to see them when they finally showed up. Even better, they came in a huge 4×4 that would easily handle any rough roads and could accommodate all our luggage. They came in with a huge load of food, including many things that had run out early in our mission or even before we arrived. Lucky bastards!
We spent about three hours in hand-over meetings, walking them through the hab’s systems and answering questions. Having written the Quick Guides, I could answer questions about areas I never even handled. They seem like a smart bunch, but so naive in the ways of Mars. They intend to do jazzercise every day and have a clever plan to get showers which seemed horribly overambitious to us, but hey, if they can make it work, more power to them.
After the traditional group photos on the front porch, we drove off, leaving the starry-eyed young’uns to make their way on Mars. They have an exciting and challenging two weeks ahead of them, but I’m sure they’ll find their way just as we did, and in two weeks they will be the old hands, doing the same for Crew 90.
In any endeavour, from running for the bus to serving a tour of duty, one naturally paces oneself, conserving energy and attention to last as long as necessary. If this were a three-week mission I’m sure I would be much more ready to go on at the end of two weeks than I am right now, but as it stands I am completely spent and more than ready to go home. I am so very glad we didn’t have to spend even one additional night at the hab.
We had a little excitement not long after departing the hab, about which I’ll say no more. Then we got a panicked phone message from the commander of Crew 89, saying that a jacket and wallet had been left in our car and he was running after us in New Blue. We were not pleased at the delay, but it would have been churlish to keep driving, so we waited by the side of the road for about half an hour until he caught up and got the missing jacket (the wallet was not in the car; I hope it turns up). If we’d been able to call him back, though, I think we might very well have left the jacket hanging on the milepost 152 sign and kept going. Do not get between the outgoing crew and their showers.
Once we made it out to where I had proper cell phone service I checked the hab webcams on my iPhone. The new kids seemed to be settling in nicely, but there was a weird moment when one minute they were all at the table and the next they were all gone; a few minutes later they’d returned. A sudden crisis, or did they all just go out to look at the stars? We may never know. It’s very weird looking at the MDRS webcam and seeing other people in “our” hab. Imagine seeing live video of your own kitchen with a different family in it! Surprisingly addictive to watch.
After a stop at Wal-Mart to return a few unused items and buy some souvenirs, we had one last dinner together — real meat, and non-dehydrated vegetables, and soda pop, and wine, and all the water we wanted, just for the asking. Heaven. Bianca had to go back after visiting the loo because she realized only after leaving the bathroom that she could flush the toilet. I washed my hands in warm water for the first time in two weeks, and also saw myself in the mirror for the first time in two weeks (I caught a lot of sun, apparently, because those spots aren’t washing off). We reminisced and cracked in-jokes at the expense of the new crew and generally acted like crazed prospectors just returned to town.
Then the hotel — just a Best Western, but oh so luxurious with its soft soft beds and clean white sheets and acres, just acres of space. Waiting for me at the front desk was a surprise package from Kate: gingerbread astronauts (with red sugar Mars dust on their boots) and computers and space shuttles and stars and red-frosted planets Mars. I love my sweetie so much. We shared the cookies all around, hugged and shook hands and promised to stay in touch, and I cried a little again. Might see some of them tomorrow at the airport, but we have to assume this is our final goodbye.
Finally, after settling into the room, dealing with some email questions from the new crew, and a long phone call to Kate, came the eagerly-awaited moment: a long, long hot shower, with real soap and everything. I washed my hair three times and scrubbed myself all over with a washcloth until I felt actually clean. I stayed in there until my fingers were all wrinkled. And I flushed the toilet too, just because I could.
And now to sleep, in my soft warm luxurious motel bed. Tomorrow I return to Portland and my beloved and much-missed snookie.
This is David D. Levine, Space Cadet For Mars, signing off!
P.S. You can track Crew 89’s progress on their group blog at http://www.wkiri.com/mdrs_crew89/.