Because I can't sleep
Sometimes it's hard to sleep around here but since our satellite window currently goes from 8:35pm to 8:05am, it's not a bad time to be up if you want to access the internet.
There are 3 fascinating points to this photo:
1. I had no idea there was such a thing as oven roasted beef jerky crisps. I hear they're awful.
2. Sealed bags that make it down here end up so bloated from the pressure change at this altitude, they're as dangerous as unexploded ordinance in a war zone.
3. The best by date is Aug 22 2006 yet these are brand new products this season for our little store, Polemart. I only paid a dollar for it.
And this says it all for the summer folks, most of whom have departed now, making today's population 123, less than half of what was when I arrived here:
The lower left sign says, "Lost: My Mind. Description: Not large but well used, somewhat addled after a summer at Pole. Obviously in need of a break. If found, bathe in warm salt water and put it on the next flight off the ice."
Who can sleep when there are so many intriguing things to blog about?