Howling

We tried to run a simulation this morning, but the weather got progressively worse and I had to scrub it. A front should pass through within the next hour or two... until then, I'm stuck here in the white tent (viz. webcam) with not much to do. Except listen to the hiss of sleet and howling 30-35 knot winds. The low bands of quickly-moving clouds are reminiscent of tropical storms I've seen...

Otherwise, we named the ridge where the Site 9 repeater sits in honor of my boss when I worked at the Space Station offices in Washington: Earle Huckins Rise.

Shakes fist....

In hopeless, silly anger at the weather... this is supposed to be the best time of year! With at least a few days of OK weather... I've pushed people to their limits, extended myself, brought people and things together from thousands of miles, in just a few months.... to sit quietly by and watch time expire while the wind and rain rage outside.

A large low-pressure area is meandering across the high Arctic... at the rate it was moving last night, it would have blown though and today would have been fine. Instead, it stalled. Just offshore. Now drifting slowly eastward, drawing the clouds onward... almost here. I can effing see sunshine in the distance! But meanwhile, wave after wave of rain rolls up in circulation from the south. If it hasn't improved by after dinner, we're hosed for today. Having had exactly a half day of useful weather (Monday pm) this week. With possibly a whole team's intense efforts, and $200K, down the drain.

And team members are already drifting away, before the week is even ended... a key support announced her intention to leave in September. VR leaves to go to school in 2 weeks. I wonder what, if anything, will be left to show of all of this by October. Gah. I'll probably slink home and no one will want to talk to me....