Work mates in the midnight sun
Contact lost for years
Made me think of Bushy Bob’s
Reindeer pizza and beers
Roaring back to base camp
After closing down the bar
Middle of the night but it’s still light
Fifty miles was not too far
Back in time for dayshift
Hear the drill rigs grind
Using geotechnical options
When an ice wedge we would find
We’re stuck at this location
Now the wind has changed direction
I’m downwind from a toaster
This could cause an insurrection
Work mates under the northern lights
Forty five below
Seventy hour work weeks
Standing in crackling snow
Bunny boots and Parkas
Designed to keep out frigid air
Still the arctic cuts right through
Our thermal underwear
Skinny dipping in warm spring’s thaw
Along the rivers gentle grade
Baking salmon on the shore
On a cook fire we had made
Ice fog in the winter
Mosquitoes in the spring
Provided inspiration
For the engineers to sing
Young men without companionship
Sang these lyrics about this flaw
“Give us a chance to use the lance
And the permafrost will thaw”
Copyright 2011 Patrick Granfors
Christine
Chip Bergeron
I am truly honored by your dedication as are all our former coworkers with ARSC's fightin' Arctic Engineers. Your memory is as clear as those crystalline, moonlit Arctic nights. Your Salamander reference brought back one of my memory snapshots from fieldwork outside of Galbraith Lake camp. We observed the Salamander slowly melt its way through 2 feet of the frozen snowpack to reveal a tiny microcosm of the grass, moss, berries and tiny arctic flowers that had been literally frozen in time since the previous fall. Images like that stick with me while the tons of geoengineering details fade away. Thank you so much for your heartfelt poetry about our times together on the frontier so long ago. Your "Big Job" Buddy, RC
Thanks for the company solutions. In Wisconsin, we got constipated rather than visit the outhouse at 40 below. No toasters, just waited for the stinky spring thaw. While deer hunting, a dump could lure a curious buck while freezing the butt.
Ron
Cheers,
Dan
Anna
You paint quite a vivid picture, my friend. Although I've camped in some rough and primitive and cold places, none of them were as frigid as you describe.
And I will surely remember Atomic Turd Toasters, as I await the Blizzard of 2011, today. They say we may get 2 feet of snow, brutal 50 mph arctic winds, and white-outs.
Mark