Monday, February 9, 2026

Winter in Gothic (part 1)


I finally had a chance to go through last year's calendar and tally up some stats from last caretaking winter.


I kept track of the number of times I backcountry skied (alpine touring) and cross-country skied (skiing almost daily for work to do the rounds wasn't included). I also included the number of times I skied into town.

Nov.    8 cross country 2 back country 1 town trip
Dec.    13 xc 18 bc 9 town trip (Christmas time = lots of events in town)
Jan.     10 xc 28 bc 3 town trips
Feb.    11 xc 22 bc 3 town trips
Mar.    4 xc 29 bc 3 town trips
Apr     4 xc 1 bc                    1 town trip (we were in Morocco for most of Aprl)
May    1 xc 1 bc 0 town trips (due to the low snow year, there wasn't much snow left on the road in May

For a total of 51 cross country skis, 101 back country skis and 17 trips to town



11/16

The Bruhaus, which is normally way too expensive (and I would never go there) has been offering 25c wings and $10 pitchers of beer, so we joined Zach and Mary for wings and a Broncos game. 


11/23

We've been working on getting the cabins ready for winter, putting on shutters and such. There's been a little snow, but not much. It's been the least snowiest November on record for billy after the least snowiest September and October on record. One of the cool things we saw while doing cabin closing was a beautiful white short-tailed weasel. We also got a pack-rat in a trap.

We went to the Bruhaus for more 25c wings and cheap pitchers with Benn and Sophia.

11/24

Mom arrived to Crested Butte for Thanksgiving

11/25

We drove out to Mount Crested Butte for the town Thanksgiving. It was delicious as always. This year was much different as last year we had to ski in during a big an deep storm. 

11/26

Zach and Ellis came over for dinner with us in Gothic, and we played some games

11/27 Happy Thanksgiving!

To work up an appetite pre Thanksgiving I ran from Gothic to Pitchfork in Mt CB where Zach and Mary live. We had a good Thanksgiving and then played some games afterwards

11/30

We finally got some good snow. Zach picked me up and we were still able to drive up in his Subaru to Schofield Pass (though it was pretty deep). We then did a ski tour up to the top of Mount Belleview. 

After I got back from the ski tour, Elisha and I headed down to the Bruhaus to watch the Broncos and get 25c wings. Zach eventually joined us.

12/2

It snowed pretty good again and Zach, Elisha, and I went to CB to play volleyball at the high school.

12/4

We went to town to go to a improv musical comedy show called Fa la la la ha ha at the Center for the Arts with bro. But first we went to dinner at Sherpa Cafe with Benn, Sophia, Tyler, and Berry. 

On the way in we rigged up a rope on the old RMBL ford explorer, and Elisha towed me out of Gothic as I skied the powder on the road. Coming back at night, I also got towed in. As it was a full moon and super bright, I could ski without lights, no problem. Lots of fun! We've been using the explorer complete with chains on all 4 tires to go in and out of Gothic as there is a decent amount of snow on the road (18-ish inches), but the county hasn't closed it yet. 

12/5

This morning Gothic road officially closed! A lot later than normal, but now we're back to isolated living where we'll have to ski to go in and out. Elish and I did a ski tour up by the Gothic campground.

12/6

We got over a foot of snow overnight. I did a big ski tour up on Snodgrass (2nd bowl and Abby Lane) with bro and Jake. As soon as I got back, I had a quick bite to eat and then we skied into town. We went to the little Christmas tree lighting and festivities on Elk Ave. It felt just like a Hallmark Christmas tree. The road was blocked off and covered in snow, there were carolers and cocoa, and people dressed for the cold and the season, and it was snowing. We were mostly there to go to our realtor's Christmas party. It was nice. Lots of really good food and drinks, including cocktails, all free. 

After filling ourselves up, we headed to the Center for the Arts for CBAC's Avalanche Awareness night and fundraiser. It was a good time. Bro made a really good movie and also gave a talk. There were also several other speakers and a big raffle. We sat with B-rad from my summer CHESS team. We skied back home under a bright moon (so we didn't need headlamps) and fresh snow. We arrived home just after midnight.

12/7

I skied 3 laps of fresh powder up on Snodgrass. We watched the Skimo olympic qualifier race in which Cam Smith (A Crested Buttian) and his partner were competing. They needed to beat the Canadians to qualify for the Olympics. They did this handily and also dominated and won the whole race. It was funny because this fall, we saw Cam training on Mount Crested Butte when we were at the summit of the mountain looking at the fall colors view. He came running up guides ridge, past us at the summit, and kept running down.

12/8

Elisha and I skied a lap up on the 403

12/9

Benn, Sophia, Elisha, and I skied up the Avery peak trail torwards Virginia basin to cut our Christmas trees. We then skied the trees down on a sled and decorated them. I also carved a pumpkin that Benn and Sophia had given us from a farm near Paonia. I carved a Christmas tree, nativity star, and snowman onto the pumpkin.

12/10

I did 2 laps up Snodgrass, but it's super warm. Record breaking temps for December. In the evening Elisha made cookies, and I set up the snow village.

12/11

We skied out to town to run some errands.  I needed to get my boots punched out to get some base repair done on my skis. Check the mail, etc. We then went to a RMBL Christmas party at the hostel, which they just recently bought from Eleven (small world eh?). They're calling it something foolish and tech bro like RMBL365. I've been calling it the nest. Or maybe I should say the den? or the hive? Anyways, it was a cookie and book exchange. Some yummy cookies for sure and some interesting books. After that party we headed up the hill to Mt CB to go to the adaptive sports Christmas party. They had delicious cocktails, food, and desserts, all for free. As well as some live music. There were some people we knew there, so it was fun to chat. But also we sat at the table with Cam Smith, Crested Butte's newest Olympian! It was fun to hear his story. I skied back under starlight. The stars were magnificent!

12/12

I skied back into town to pick up my boots, but more importantly for the Great Clawdia Heist of 2025. Clawdia, who we had cat-sat before, was in need of someone to cat sit her for most of the rest of the winter. Her owner, had to go into rehab and the current person taking care of her was going to be moving and had a mean pitbull. Technically cats (pets really) aren't allowed in RMBL. This is because they have the high likelihood of disrupting the research: eating marmots or squirrels, peeing and pooping on plants and soil, etc. etc. So they've made a blanket rule of no pets. This seems a bit crazy in the winter when there isn't much research out here and when the place is buried under feet of snow. We asked our supervisor, and he said he wouldn't care, but that we should keep it quiet so as not to upset anyone. 

Today was the day we planned to ski her in. And would you believe it? Our supervisor's supervisor decided to ski up valley as a training ski (From Snodgrass Trailhead to Rustlers). I ran into him as I was skiing out. This meant it was a high likelihood we'd see him on our ski in. And we weren't even sure the best way to transport Clawdia in as we figured it would be traumatic for her. She already doesn't like riding in cars. We had thought about holding her. We thought about putting her in a backpack and carrying her on our front. Or just putting her in a sled in her cage. It was made all the more tricky by there often being dogs on the trail and with the recent unseasonably warm weather that was hard frozen from a cold night making the trail very icy and fast for the downhills. 

In the end we put her in the sled in her cage and covered her up with a blanket so no one could tell we had a cat. And the plan was, if we saw our head boss, to just ski quickly by him (so he wouldn't here her meow if she did) and say I had a meeting to get to (true, as I actually had 2 zoom meetings scheduled). In the end, we only passed one guy, who did have a dog. I was ready with my pole to go after the dog if it did anything to the sled, but it didn't. We didn't run into our head boss in the end. I pulled her the final way up the hill, with 7 minutes to spare before my first meeting. We let her out, and she immediately began exploring. She has found her favorite perch already. It's out over some beams that we have laid a mattress we don't use. It gives her height (just like a cougar likes), she has a good view, and it's warm and often in the sun. Welcome to Gothic Clawdia!

12/16

We skied into town in the evening to have dinner with Zach, Mary, and Ellis at The Gourmet Noodle restaurant as they were having a really good locals meal deal. We then played some volleyball in the rec league before spending the night at the Hostel in town. RMBL owns the hostel now (which I call the nest or the den), so we can stay there.

12/17

Skied back in from town. Then watched several Christmas movies! (The Grinch, Elf, and Home Alone)

12/18

We skied out of Gothic to head to Colorado Springs. There had been a big windstorm the night before, so there were a few downed trees across the road. It's been an insanely warm, dry, and extra windy December. It's been one of the lowest snow seasons on record so far and the temperatures have been 20+F warmer than average. That's really crazy! That means highs in the 60s in Denver. Yikes!

When we got to the Springs, we met Elisha's friend Sarah for a really great happy hour. $3 margaritas and fancy tacos! We then went to Aunt Hope and Uncle Pete's retirement community and a tour before meeting Cousin Jill and Rick and their daughter Jessica for a yummy Chinese Dinner. Next it was on to Jake and Elya's to spend the night. Jake and Elya have added one more person to their family as they are fostering a refugee from Guatemala.

12/19

We hung out in the Springs with Jake and his family. Took a walk and played some basketball.

In the afternoon we hopped in our cars to drive up I-70 to Georgetown in order to take the Christmas train. But again, it was super windy. When we got to Idaho Springs, the power was out in the whole town (due to the energy companies shutting off power to avoid fires if electrical poles got blown down). When we got to Georgetown, it was the same scenario. The hotel that Jake and his family were to be staying in was completely dark. No power, not heat (they changed their reservation to stay in Summit County). BUT...we were very lucky in that the far end of Georgetown had power as it's where the jail for the county was and they had to keep power on, so the train and its lights would be running! We had dinner at a brewery near the hotel that was open because it had a generator.

After dinner and brews we headed to the train. The train was really fun. It chugged along Christmas lights and little lit up villages. They served charcuterie and drinks and of course Santa came by. The train was also decorated really nicely. At the end we visited Mrs. Claus' shop for cookies and hot cocoa.

After the train we drove down to Nate Dub's place in Denver.

12/20

We met mom and dad at the Denver Museum of Nature and Science to watch an IMAX video called "Ocean Paradise" about Palmyra Atoll, Johnson Atoll, and Midway Island. Very beautiful underwater scenes. Then Elisha and I visited the museum including the special exhibits of elephants and legos.

We met mom and dad again the the late afternoon for dinner at the 16th street mall. After a yummy dinner we went to one of those candlelight music performances. It was at a beautiful old church downtown, and it was a string quartet playing the Nutcracker and other Christmas music, surrounded by candles. After the amazing musical performance, we walked to the City and County building, which is always lit up beautifully. Then we walked down to near union station to go to the Christmas market and the really cool xcel tree that is lit up with an amazing amount of lights that twinkle and move to Christmas music.

12/21 Happy Winter Solstice (but it's still way tooo hot)

Nate, Elisha, and I met Liz (former boss in Antarctica) and Alex at the Machine bar near Nate's house for some pre-game drinks. Then we walked to Mile High Stadium to watch the Broncos play the Jaguars. The whole experience being at the game with the pre-game and festivities was a lot of fun, but unfortunately the Donkeys played poorly and we lost. 

After the game we went out for tacos with Liz and Alex and then spent the night at their house.

12/22

We drove back to Crested Butte and skied back into Gothic to see Clawdia.


12/24

We skied into town in the evening, pulling a sled full of gifts. We had appetizers and won ton soup at Zach and Mary's with my parents and Chris & Cheese and Sam. We then skied back home with a touch of snow falling

12/25

It snowed today (2"), but first it rained a little bit. This is INSANE! It's never rained in December here, and before that, the latest rain was very early November. The weather is just crazy this year. Hopefully this isn't the new normal. So depressing has this winter been. Hardly any snow, insanely high temperatures, and now rain.

We skied into town for Christmas dinner (Fondue) and fancy cocktails at Zach and Mary's with mom and dad. Of course we also watched "Love Actually", my dad's favorite Christmas movie.

12/26

We skied back out to town to go to Slogars for family style chicken dinner for Mary's birthday. We then went to Zach and Mary's before skiing back.

12/27

The road is so packed down and hard from lack of snow that I actually RAN as my workout to Snodgrass and back. The good news was that it was in heavy snow.

12/28

We got 7.5" of snow overnight, so I did my first ski tour (on Snodgrass) in quite a while

12/29

We also finally got some cold weather. Perhaps the first time below 0 this winter, which is very unusual.

12/30

Elish and I did a good ski tour out by the 403

12/31  New Year's Eve

I skied a lap on fresh snow on Snodgrass and then Elisha met me on Gothic road and we skied into Mount CB to watch the torchlight parade and fireworks show. It's always really cool. We then went down to the hostel and chilled for a bit before going to CB South for an all you can eat crab fest with Zach and Alex (from Durango). I just got a burger because I've had a few times where I puked after eating a bunch of crab, and I figured it wasn't worth it to pay $35 to puke.

After dinner, Zach headed out dancing, and Elisha and I headed back to the mountain. We skinned up the resort to enjoy some ciders up on the mountain and then have a nearly full moon ski back down. When all you ski is backcountry snow, it's sometimes fun to get to rip down the hill on a fresh groomed corduroy. 

We rung in the New Year watching some Nate Bargatze and then watching more fireworks from town. We stayed the night at the hostel.

1/1/26 Happy New Year!

We skied back in to Gothic is a decent snowstorm by going a different way than normal. Instead of taking the road, we skinned up Snodgrass and then descended down 4th bowl. It was perfect timing as just 100 meters in front of us on the road when we reached the road were Mary, Lisa (Mary's mom) and Ellis (who was having a bit of a breakdown. Elisha went on ahead to get the fire going in the cabin, and I pulled the sled for Mary. Zach joined later.

We had a cozy hangout time: tea, fire, spaghetti with homemade sauce, games (code names), and then watched a movie. The whole crews stayed the night

1/2

It snowed pretty good overnight and Zach and I did a really great run down 3rd bowl. I then did 2 more laps on 4th bowl before I skied into CB to meet Elisha, Benn, and Sophia for the new RMBL hostel open house. There were 8 stations, and we were running one of them (the winter-caretaker station). There was also amazing appetizers and charcuterie boards made by Matt Santor (who does those fancy meals for Eleven) as well as beer and wine, that even us running the event got to enjoy. Zach, Mary, and Ellis stopped by and Zach won the raffle. 

The other 3 caretakers stayed overnight at the hostel, but we have to have 1 caretaker in Gothic every night, so I skied out under a huge full moon. Definitely no need for a headlamp! I spent the evening drinking Chai tea, soaking my feet in my foot spa, watching Les Mis, and snuggling with Clawdia.

1/3

I skied 4 laps on Snodgrass with amazing snow and beautiful weather

1/4

Did 3 more great powder laps, with Elisha joining for 1 lap.

1/5

It snowed all day and I did 3 great powder laps on Snodgrass

1/6

Did 5 amazing powder laps! Such good snow. Elisha joined me for 3 of the laps.

1/7

Did 4 amazing powder laps on 4th bowl. Red Lady, the fox, funnily followed my tracks from the day before all the way up to Abby Lane.

1/8

More snow and more good powder laps on Snodgrass

1/9

Elisha and I had nice powder laps on Aspen Alley

1/10

Did a very early A.M. cross-country ski, breaking trail up the valley. It was COLD out. -16.3F was our low.

Some great powder laps on Snodgrass.

1/11

More awesome pow laps up on the Snodgrass saddle. Elisha joined for a couple today.

1/12

A bunch more powder laps off of the Snodgrass Saddle. Watched the 2 foxes this evening (Red Lady and Ash) court each other.

1/13

I skied some laps on Snodgrass and then we skied into town to play volleyball. We spent the night at the hostel as we had plans to shop in Gunnison the next day.

1/14

Shopped in Gunnison and did some other errands. I did a 5.5 mile run to get some exercise. We ate lunch at the newish Thai place before heading back to CB and skiing into Gothic

1/15

They groomed Gothic road overnight, so I did a skate ski early this a.m.

1/16

Benn and Sophia had us over for a delicious fondue meal and Elisha made homemade ice cream

1/17

A big sports day for me. In the morning I skied a lap on Snodgrass. Then watched the Gators beat #10 Vanderbilt. We then skied into town to watch the Broncos playoff game against the Bills at the Wooden Nickel which was serving 25 cent wings and $12 bucket of 6 beers. Tom Day also joined us. It was a very exciting game, with the Broncos winning in OT. It was fun to be at the bar with the crowd rooting and going wild for the Broncos. We skied home under beautiful starlit sky.

1/18

Jack Snow and friends are staying at Crystal, so I did a big ski tour with them (1st bowl, 2nd bowl, 3rd bowl, and 4th bowl on Snodgrass)

1/19

I did a big ski tour today skiing 2nd, 3rd, 4th, Abby, Baby Abby, and Saddle Bowls on Snodgrass. In the evening we got a special treat of some Auroras. Not the brightest we've had here, but we could still see them with the naked eye as a faint red glow.

1/20

I did a big tour with Bro (and his friend Miles) up Baldy. We skied a couple of steep chutes off of Baldy's ridge, including ******. On the way back we saw a young moose.

1/23

It started to snow pretty heavily and Elisha and I did a tour up towards the cliffs of Gothic in a cirque near the 403

1/24

A good powder day! We skied several laps in Aspen Alley

1/25

Very cold in the morning (-23F). I went out before sunrise and skied 3 laps on Snodgrass. We then skied into town to meet Bro and B-rad for 25c wings at the Wooden Nickel and to watch the Broncos in the AFC Championship game. It was a good game, with the Broncos unfortunately losing 10-7 having missed 2 field goals in the dumping snow in Denver.

1/26

I did a big ski tour up on the slopes of Mount Bellview. I saw a coyote up on the ridge while I was skiing.

1/27

I took Elisha on a beautiful ski tour up to the ridge of Baldy. We then skied some fun mellow lines back down to Gothic road.

1/28

I finished reading volume 1 of Sarah Airres "The Worst Journey in the World" graphic novel. This book was meaningful to me as I guided Sarah to Wilson's Igloo back when I worked for Environmental in Antarctica.

1/30

I skied out in the evening to stay at the RMBL hostel

1/31

Today was the big day of the Alley Loop! Perhaps my favorite event in Crested Butte. It's a ski race that starts and finishes through the alleys of town and then goes up the gorgeous Slate River Valley for the middle section. It's a costume party and an event all of the town comes out for. I dressed up in some bright colored 70's type clothes and raced the 10k freestyle (I skated). Elisha dressed as a unicorn, Zach as a banana, and Ellis as a giraffe. I ended up getting 5th overall for Men and 1st overall for the over 40 age group. 

There were some amazing costumes out there for the 5k in which everyone goes all out with their costumes. Benn and Sophia's group did a "business" group that made fun of the rich for destroying the valley and making life hard for the average American. There was a big group dressed up as Cam Smiths with Olympic rings and other things. Cam Smith is the Crested Butte Olympian who qualified in the ski mountaineering individual and relay races. There were lots of political messages regarding ICE. "More Snow, Less Ice" was a good sign. There were a group of moms pulling their babies in chariots with signs on the back of the chariots saying "I may take naps, but I'm still woke." There's a big downhill near the end that is fun to watch because there are quite a lot of big crashes.

After the race, Elisha went shopping to Gunnison and I went out and skated the nordic trails (you get a free nordic day pass with entry to the race) doing another 13 miles. It was amazing! I was skating around the town loop which has amazing views of the snowy mountains as the full moon was rising and the sun was setting and setting the peaks and clouds aglow in a blazing orange.

That night we went to the Almont Resort with Zach, Mary, and Ellis for an all you can eat Luau. Just what I needed after all my skiing! They had great poke and pulled pork amongst other things.


Friday, December 26, 2025

Twas the Night Before Christmas (all poems)

 As I mentioned in my previous Christmas post, I would put up my poem I wrote for shuttles. Just a few definitions to help you make more sense of things in case you're not familiar with Antarctica


ECW=extreme cold weather gear (big red parka, wind pants, bunny boots)
Big Red=huge canada down parka that is obviously bright red
ANG=air national guard, the grumpiest people on base who think they're better than everyone
Delta=one of our large passenger vehicles with 4 foot tall wheels. it's articulated
Ivan= our largest passenger vehicle. A terrabus. google Ivan the terrabus if you want to see pictures
DSP=daily schedule planner
The last quote is a common quote heard coming from Shuttle Bill

THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
McMURDO SHUTTLES STYLE
By Shuttle Guy

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Mactown
The seals weren’t stirring, there wasn’t a sound;
Big reds were hung in the dorms with great care,
So many pockets, St. Nick better bring full flair;
The ANG were nestled all snug in their beds,
While nightmares of Deltas bounced all through their heads;
And mamma in her smartwool, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a restless nighshift’s nap,
When out at DJ there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bunk to see what was the matter.

Away to the galley I flew like a flash,
The nearest window so distant, I thought I would crash.
Midnight sun slowly warming the thick volcanic mud,
Gave the luster of a mining town, not to mention the crud.
When, what to my goggled eyes should appear,
But a miniature Ivan, and eight shuttlers full o’ cheer,
With a little old driver, so lively and shrill,
I knew in a moment it must be Shuttle Bill.
More rapid than skuas his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now Shuttle Spring, Shuttle Matt, Shuttle Queen, and Shuttle Dan!
On, Shuttle Jen, Shuttle Bob, Shuttle Mel, and Shuttle Fran!
To the top of t-site! Up to the golf ball!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all”
As ice crystals that before a condition one do fly,
When they meet with the ice shelf, mount up to the sky,
So up to the dorm-top the shuttlers they flew,
With Ivan full of liquor, and Shuttle Bill too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The dancing and singing of each shuttle goof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Through the galley dock came Shuttle Bill with a bound.
Getting dressed in ECW was surely a toil,
And his clothes were all tarnished in glycol and oil;
A bundle of bottles he had swaddled in a rag,
And he looked like a fuelie just opening his orange bag.
His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His nose was frostbitten, his cheeks not too hairy!
His droll little mouth was drawn up in a smirk,
The hat on his head was askew with a quirk.

A VHF radio he held tight in his hand,
Sunglasses on his nose against the harsh light of this land;
He had a broad face, a mop of silver on his head,
That stood straight up like he had just rolled out of bed.
He was witty and quick, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A funny quote there, a wild story here,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to fear;
He checked the DSP, then went straight to his work,
And filled all the bunny boots; then turned with a jerk.

And keying the mic with the touch of his hand,
He gave a nod and down highway one he ran;
He sprang up to Ivan, to his team gave a beep,
And down wild Plagasus, they drove in a heap.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“We’re all here til February, we’ll get it done right!”
[Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”]



I wrote a poem for Crary Lab this year to the tune of 'Twas the Night Before Christmas.  I have included it below.

Merry Christmas!!  And may Peace prevail in the world!

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the lab
Not a creature was stirring, not even a crab.
The test tubes were placed in their racks with great care
In hopes that dry valley samples soon would be there.

The grantees were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of perfect data danced in their heads.
And mamma in her lab coat, and I in safety goggles
Had just returned from a long winter’s boondoggle.

When out on phase one there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from field party staging to see what was the matter.
Up to the library I flew with great hope,
Tore open the blinds and focused the scope

The midnight sun on the breast of McMurdo mud
Reminded me of my last battle with the crud
When, what to my goggled eyes should appear,
But a seal sled, and eight lab staff full of cheer

With a muscular driver, so strong in the core,
I knew in a moment it must be Libor.
More rapid than skuas his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Beverly! now, Mindy! now, Cara and Mitch-o!
On, Travis! On, Liz! On Abraham and Ricardo!
To the top of the lab! to the top of Ob hill!
Now dash away! Dash away! There are dewars to fill.

As drifting snow that before a condition one does fly,
When it meets with a pressure ridge, mounts up to the sky.
So up to Crary Lab the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of sticky notes, and space allocation too.

And then, amid glycol alarms, I heard on the roof
The laughing and joking of each Crary goof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the fume hood mighty Libor came with a bound.

He was covered in ECW, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with oil and soot.
A bundle of chems he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a grantee, just opening his pack.


His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His wisdom immeasurable, his survival stories, scary!
His strong little jaw was drawn up like a bow,
And the thin beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The tools on his belt were warm with great wear
And they sounded like music as he walked here and there
He had a warm face and hardly a belly,
Thanks to Insanity, it resembled not jelly!

He strolled through the lab in a deliberate stride
Regaling us with travel stories, but with the absence of pride
A quick joke and an allegory just for Supply,
Then was off to the aquarium to save a mawsonii

He was humming and smiling, a right jolly UT,
And I laughed when I saw him, overflowing with glee!
A chia seed gift and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke in an accent, but went straight to his work,
Replacing the air filters, he turned with a jerk.
Adjusting a freezer he warmed up his nose
And giving a nod, out the fume hood he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to the lab staff gave advice,
And away they all slid like a penguin on the sea-ice.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove into the weather,
"Happy Christmas to all, I’ve never been better!"



I've been writing Night Before Christmas poems recently for unusual jobs/places where I have spent Christmas.

So here's the one I wrote for Mpala this year.  Also below it is the one that Elisha, Kaitlyn, and I helped my brother write for his avalanche forecast on Christmas Morning.

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Mpala
The hyraxes weren
’t stirring, not even a holla.
Camera traps were tied to trees with great care
In hopes that nocturnal critters soon would be there.

The mzungus were nestled all snug in their beds,
While nightmares of ugali danced all through their heads.
And mamma in her shuka, and me shivering to stay alive,
Had just returned from a chilly night game-drive.

When out on the ring-road there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my banda to see what was the matter.
Through the spiny acacias I weaved with a crash,
Tore open some skin and exposed a large gash.

The moon on the breast of black-cotton dust
Reminding that leopard vigilance is a must.
When, what to my sun-burned eyes should appear,
But a miniature land cruiser, and eight ascaris full of cheer.

With a wily old driver, so lively and curious,
I knew in a moment it must be Mr. Julius.
More rapid than hornbills his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Titus! Now, Richard! Now, Tony and Isaac!
On, Sammy! On John! On Lentikwa and Eric!
To the top of the escarpment! To the plots of UHURU!
Dash away! Dash away! Illegal grazing’s not through!"

As red dust that under thundering hooves does fly,
When it meets with a breeze, mounts up to the sky.
So up to the North boundary the coursers they flew,
With the cruiser full of guns and Chai tea too.

And then, amid hyena laughing, I heard on the roof
The yelling and joking of each ascari goof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Off the solar panels regal Julius slid with a bound.

He was dressed all in khaki, from head to toe
And his clothes showed stains from a spilled cuppa joe.
A bundle of snares he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a famed lion hunter, just opening his pack.


His eyeshow they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His nose was glistening, his cheeks not too hairy!
His droll little mouth was drawn up in a smirk,
The green beret on his head was askew with a quirk.

A swagger stick he clutched tight in his hand,
As he strutted around like he didn
’t give a damn.
He had a narrow face and a tall, slender frame,
That had dodged many an elephant, not ending up lame!

He was witty and quick, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wry smile there and a quick salute here,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to fear.

He spoke into the radio, then went straight to his work,
He spotted some lions, then turned with a jerk.
Grabbing fecal samples, he plugged his thin nose,
And giving a nod, up the Princeton tower he rose!

He sprang to his Sazuki, To his team gave a yell,
And he drove the rutted road like a bat out of Hell.
But I heard him exclaim, 
‘ere he drove into the night,
"Happy Christmas to all, don
’t let the buffalo out of sight!"



Twas the day of Christmas, and around the Crested Butte area,
The snowpack was dangerous, with slides large enough to bury ya.
Beacons were strapped under jackets with care
in hopes that slab avalanches would not be there.
The skiers and riders fired up their sleds
while visions of steep powder lines danced in their heads
When out of the peaks there arose such a clatter.
A natural avalanche...that's whats the matter.
Away to our binoculars we forecasters flew like a flash
While Than kept on partying away at the Stash.
The light on the breast of the new fallen snow
gave luster to the crown and debris below.
When what to our wondering eyes did appear
A large slab over facets, so crystal clear.
With abundant new snow and windloading this week,
Deeper layers are ready to crumble, so fragile and meek.
This new snow today is adding more weight
And gusty alpine winds won't soon abate
Fresh and older wind slabs are on the naughty list
But scariest of all are those dang slabs that persist.
Large and tender, they fail in unpredictable ways.
They don't heal quickly, it takes far too many days.
Watch for naturals! Watch for collapsing!
Watch for cracking and whoomphing!
Go to ridges! Go to low angle!
Avoid windloaded or north facing!
Use cautious routefinding and make the conservative call.
From everyone at CBAC, Happy Christmas to all!




Twas the Night Before Christmas  [Summit Station]

Twas the night before Christmas when all through Greenhouse
Not a creature was stirring, not even the housemouse.
The pots and pans were hung in the kitchen with great care
In hopes that Kathy’s delicious cooking, soon would be there.

The ops crew was nestled all snug in their beds
While re-runs of Bollywood danced all in their heads
And Kaija in her neck gaiter and Grey in his cap
Had just dozed off like a carpenter’s mid-lunch nap.

When out on TAWO, there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bunk to see what was the matter
Away to the borehole I skated so quick
The high elevation making me feel undeniably sick

A sun-dog on the breast of rippled sastrugi
Nearly blocked in my goggles by a large, frozen boogie.
When, what to my frosty eyes should appear
But an ozone sonde attached to a crate full of beer.

A brief note written in a font so large and so thick,
I knew in an instant, it was signed by St. Nick
The inscribed directions were clear and succinct
The message was simple, everyone have a drink!

Now Elissa, Now Nathan
Now Storm and Bo
On Candy! On David
On, Hannah and Thano
Out on the deck!
Up on the roof!
Now drink up, drink up
But don’t be a goof.

As northwinds that before arctic storms do blow
Cause equipment operators to curse and kick snow.
So I drew in my head, making not but a sound
I glimpsed [St.] Martin ski-dooing around
Getting dressed in ECW was surely a toil,
And his clothes were all tarnished in glycol and oil;
A bundle of bottles he had swaddled in a rag,
And he fought the wind just trying to light his fag


His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His nose was frostbitten, his cheeks not too hairy!
His droll little mouth was drawn up in a smile,
The frost on his hat proving he’d been here awhile.
An Allen wrench he held tight in his hand,
Sunglasses on his nose against the harsh light of this land;
He had a broad face with eyes gleaming so bright,
I knew we’d be friends, if just for that night.

He was witty and quick, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
Some good advice there, a wild story here,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to fear;

He said a warm hello, then went straight to his work,
And filled up the coffee, then turned with a jerk.
And keying his mic with the touch of his hand,
He gave a nod and out to tent city he ran;
He sprang up the tower and jumped to the Tucker
Then out to ICESAT, he drove with a pucker
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Today was a 10, and you know I’m damn right!”

-->
[Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”]


[Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the lab
Not a creature was stirring, not even a crab.
The test tubes were placed in their racks with great care
In hopes dry valley samples soon would be there.

The grantees were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of perfect data danced in their heads.
And mamma in her lab coat, and I in safety goggles
Had just returned from a long winter’s boondoggle.]

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Phases
Nothing was alarming, not even duty pages.
Lab samples were entered into MOCA with care
In hopes that Michael Davis soon would be there

Lab staff were nestled all snug in their dorm,
Sore from wall sits and planks, despite perfect form.
And Kitten with his Bitcoin, and Carolyn, her wool
Were POCs for my long winter’s stroll.

When out on phase one there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from field party staging to see what was the matter.
Up to the library I flew with great hope,
Tore open the blinds and focused the scope.

The midnight sun on the breast of McMurdo mud
Reminded me of my last battle with the crud
When, what to my goggled eyes should appear,
But a seal sled, and eight lab staff full of cheer

With a jovial driver, the opposite of feeble,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Ebel.
More rapid than skuas his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Marci! now, Richard! now, Linnah and Wyn!
On, Elisha! On, Liz! On Neal and Carolyn!
To the top of the lab! to the top of Ob hill!
Now dash away! Dash away! There are dewars to fill.

As drifting snow that before a condition one does fly,
When it meets with a pressure ridge, mounts up to the sky.
So up to Crary Lab the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of rad swipes, and space allocation too.

And then, amid freezer alarms, I heard on the roof
The laughing and joking of each Crary goof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the fume hood mighty Ebel came with a bound.

He was covered in ECW, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with oil and soot.
An aquarium pump he had flung on his back,
And the fish began to jump when he opened his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His wisdom immeasurable, his stories so scary!
His strong little jaw was drawn up in a smile,
And the beard on his chin had clearly grown for a while.

The tools on his belt were smooth with great wear
And they sounded like music as he walked here and there
He had a calm face behind his stylin glasses,
Not to mention his vest was stained with molasses!

He strolled through the lab in a deliberate stride
There were fume hoods to fix and cracks to hide
A lingering joke and then a request from Supply,
Then was off to the aquarium to save a bernachii

He was humming and smiling, a right jolly UT,
And I laughed when I saw him, overflowing with glee!
A pressure gauge reading and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke of old times, but went straight to his work,
Replacing aquarium valves, he turned with a jerk.
Adjusting a freezer he warmed up his nose
And giving a nod, out the fume hood he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to the lab staff gave advice,
And away they all slid like a penguin on ice.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of site,

"Happy Christmas to all, but these budget cuts bite!"

*some explanation

Kitten is Mitch's nickname
Mike Ebel is the one and only UT (utilities) person in Crary that keeps the building running
MOCA = McMurdo Operations Cargo Application (for shipping science samples home)
ECW= Extreme cold weather gear
rad swipes = radiation swipes
bernachii = scientific name for one of the ice fish here




I always like to adapt the night before Christmas poem to the place, I'm at that year. So here's this year's rendition.

A couple of side notes: Nate-dub is my other boss who just came in a few weeks ago and who I went to the Pole with: Nate Williams.  Muley is our ATV vehicl we used, the actual model is called the Mule, but we call it a muley. Cool guy tool is a leatherman. A PID is used to sniff for petroleum based hydrocarbons. 192 is the number of the building Enviro is housed in.



Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Mactown
Non-natives weren’t stirring; there wasn’t a sound;
All water samples were packed into coolers with care,
In hopes that heavy metals would not be found there.
Enviro techs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of cake-eating skuas danced all through their heads;
And Spring with her beanie, and Laura her puffy,
Had just settled down in a place rather comfy,
When out at the soil pit there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.

Away to the galley I flew like a flash,
The nearest window so distant, I thought I would crash.
Midnight sun slowly warming the thick volcanic mud,
Gave the luster of a mining town, not to mention the crud.
When, what to my goggled eyes should appear,
But a suped up muley, and eight spill teamers full o’ cheer,
With a smiley old driver, all height and no chub,
I knew in a moment it must be Nate-dub.
More rapid than skuas his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now Hibbsy, Now James, Now Clair, and Sadie!
On Matty, On Ben, On Tina and Lexi!
To the top of the pass! Beyond the big Kress machine!
Now dash away! Dash away! There is sewage to clean”
As ice crystals that before a condition one do fly,
When they meet with the ice shelf, mount up to the sky,
So up to an IT&C ditch they all flew,
The muley full of soil samples, and a PID or two.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The dancing and singing of each spill team goof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Through 192 came Nate-dub with a bound.

Getting dressed in ECW was a long, sweaty toil,
Not to mention all the hand warmers he had to unwrap from their foil;
A bundle of pee bottles he carried with some strain,
Evidence of the Diamox still coursing in his veins.
His right eye—how it twitched. His whiskers like a kitten!
Three layers of gaiters kept his nose from being frostbitten
Polar fleece covered nearly all of his head,
And the frozen whiskers that peeked out were fire truck red.


A cool guy tool he held tight in his hand,
Glacier glasses on his nose against the harsh light of this land;
He had a warm face, and hardly a belly,
Surprising that the office candy had not yet turned it to jelly
He was witty and quick, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
Some words about bikes, chickens, and beer,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to fear;
He checked the helo schedule, then went straight to his work,
Checked a permit or two; then turned with a jerk.

He grabbed a spill kit and oversized berms
And a case of purell to stave of the germs.
Under his breath he cursed about end of season reports
Then checked off those who had attended an enviro briefing of sorts
He jumped into the muley, to his team gave a beep,
And down to helo ops he sped in his jeep.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Follow the treaty, it’s always right!
[Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”]



For those not familiar with some skiing terms
-bomb = ski fast
-microwave = very shiny ski outfit (check out microwaves of Aspen Instagram account for a good laugh
-tele = abbr for telemarking (free-heal skiing)
-6-pack is not only the showing of abdominal muscles, but a chair lift that holds 6 people
-schussing = another word for skiing
-C-punched = ski down the center
-kicker = jump

Twas the Night Before Christmas, Aspen-Snowmass Style

Twas the night before Christmas when all through Snowmass,
A blizzard was raging, it flew down from the pass.
The collective was sanitized with the greatest of care
In hopes all the elves soon would be there.
The lights in the selfie-den illuminated such style,
And cameras were at the ready to capture every smile.
Irresistible smells wafted from the plates of Mix Six,
And drinks from moxie bar were ready for a cold night’s fix.
The ice on the skate rink shimmered from a fresh buff,
While the game room sat waiting for the sporty and tough.

And ‘Lisha in her fleece, and I in my goose down,
Were about to clock-out after completing our last roun’.
When out by the gondola there arose such a clatter,
I sprinted up the stairs to see what was the matter.
I pushed open the doors like an angry brown bear,
And nearly choked on the frosty and oh so frigid air.
Christmas lights shining through powder laden trees,
Softly lit the plaza, adding a sparkle to my skis.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a gleaming snowcat piled high with ski gear.
With a little old driver so lively and gleesome,
I knew in an instant it was Santa the ski bum!

He pulled out a map and pointed to a run,
“I can’t wait to bomb this, it’s gonna be fun!
How ‘bout Ruthie’s or Walsh’s, Sneaky’s or Free Fall?
I’ll try Tiehack or Teaser, Kesslers or Big Wall
To the top of the lift, to the top of the peak,
Ski the trees, the chutes, and the pow, ‘til you’re weak”

As snowflakes that before a blizzard do fly,
When they meet with the jet stream, mount up to the sky.
So up to chair 2 the snowcat did skid,
And out jumped St. Nick as though he were a kid.
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the run,
The laughing and giggling of that chubby ski bum.
As I peered up the slope and was turning around,
Down the moguls came St. Nick, hardly touching the ground.

He was dressed as a microwave from his head to his toe,
All in great effort to keep out the snow.
An avalanche kit he had flung on his back,
And a cookie or two stuffed deep in his pack.

His eyes—how they twinkled, that gleam—how merry,
Despite being masked up, he was the farthest from scary.
His long, wavy hair peeked out through a beanie,
His après ski beverage, surely a martini.
Slightly bent poles he held tight in his mitts,
With freshies below how did he control his wits?

He had a broad face and a little round belly,
The result of too much beer and giving up tele.
The closest he would get to approaching a six-pack,
Would be the big burn lift, way out in the back

His turns were so fluid, his style top shelf,
And I clapped and I “whooped” in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Told me he was jonesing to get out and shred.

He spoke not a word, but pointed straight down the hill,
And soon he was schussing with incredible skill.
Champagne powder flew straight in his face,
As he navigated the terrain of this magical place.
He C-punched a bowl, then glided through glades,
And found powder pillows near the frozen cascades.

He lined up a kicker and picked up his pace,
And he sailed high in the air, zooming towards space.
But I heard him exclaim ere he flew out of sight,
“Corona virus sucks, please mask up tonight!”
[Happy Christmas to all, and please mask up tonight]


The company Elisha works for, Wildflower Bread Co, is doing a a Christmas competition for employees where they could either do a short video or a short story. I decided I'd write the Night Before Christmas poem for her to enter into the competition. We'll have to see how that goes! She did make a few edits to this poem as she obviously knows her work better than I do, but I don't have that version, so this is the one you'll get, and you'll have to ask her how she changed it.


A few bits of info:

Jimmy Johns is the sandwich shop right next door. That chain has the tagline "So fast you'll freak". Elisha worked for them in Gainesville and really disliked the company

Eat, Sip, and Enjoy is the tagline for Wildflower



'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' Wildflower,

No creature was stirring, not at this hour!

The tables were cleaned with the greatest of care,

Because smiling customers soon would be there;

Sandwich lovers tossed and turned in their bed

Due to growling stomachs anxious for bread

And Mama in her seat, and I driving the car,

Had just tuned the radio to soothing guitar.

When out by the mall there arose such a clatter,

I unbuckled my seatbelt to see what was the matter.

Away from the car, I sprinted with speed,

Reaching the sidewalk like a galloping steed. 

City lights twinkling across the valley that night

Silhouetted the mountains like the dawn of firstlight 

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a van full of flowers and wheat for a year.

With a little ole baker, and shoes that did jingle

I knew in a moment it must be Kris Kringle

Faster than jimmy johns, the sandwiches he made

Calling them out as if on parade

“Now! Rueben, now! ham, now! turkey and brie

On! Triple Club, on! Tuna, on! yummy BLT”

“From the back of the oven to the top of the plate

Get them while they’re hot, they’re more than first rate”

As I peered in the store, and was hiding my face,

Out the kitchen came Kringle with elegance and grace

He was dress'd in an apron, clean from a shower

And his clothes were all covered in spices and flour;

A garden of fresh vegetables he held tight in his hand

And he looked like a farmer giving thanks to the land

His eyes - how they smiled! his humming how sweet,

I knew right that instant, he was making a treat.

His droll little mouth was smiling with glee,

From tasting his creation, Would he share it with me? 

A baker’s hat he placed back on his head

And excitement filled me as I thought of the bread

The stem of a wildflower he held tight in his teeth,

An accessory he had surely plucked from our wreath

He had a cute face, but was verging on plump

And he shook as a he danced, especially his rump

His baking was magic, a right jolly old elf,

And my mouth began to water in spite of myself

A wink of his eye and a last taste of the bread

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He whistled a Christmas tune and continued his job,

Adding frosting to carrot cake without being a slob

Leaving cheer in the tip jar, he gave a slight wave

And left whence he’d entered, a move rather brave

He sprung to his van, high-fiving each wildflower

And drove towards the city, soon obscured by a tower

But I heard him exclaim to the sleeping hoi palloi

[or But I heard him exclaim, in a voice rather coy]

Happy Christmas to all; Eat, sip and enjoy.


Seems like every year I made an adaptation of Clement Clarke Moore's "About the Night Before Christmas" poem. This year was no different. I wrote it based on field work with Arizona Game and Fish and modeled the St. Nick character off of my colleague, and friend, Chad.


A few things to help out the understanding:

-the holes are caused by collapsed burrows from burrowing animals. Real ankle breakers
-Teddy Bear Cholla is a cactus, that is most certainly not cuddly
-Haboob is a crazy dust storm that AZ sometimes gets. Google image search it. It's pretty wild
-We do a lot of work on military installations as they own lots of property and are required to protect a certain amount. Thus we are privy to a lot of crazy military training, including jets flying fast and low over us
-we use flashlights to search for tortoises and snakes in burrows and caves
-blue gloves references nitrile gloves. We use them while handling tortoises. A nasty respiratory disease is affecting tortoises that can be passed by handling, so we take careful precautions
-garmin is a GPS brand
-a snake stick is a tool we use to both capture snakes and pull tortoises out of deep burrows.
-Gopherus morafkaii is the latin nomenclature (scientific name) for the endangered Sonoran Desert Tortoise
-Scutes are the enlarged scales that are on the tortoise shell.
-We put "license plates" on the back of tortoises to ID them later in order to do population modeling. It's basically a small square of white-out on the back scute, with a sharpie number. Then we add epoxy to it to make it last.
-Chad drinks this V8 drink with caffeine like it was candy.
-Conserve and Protect is the AZGFD motto and is written on the side of our trucks



'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' A-Z,

Nothing was stirring, save for quail by a tree.

Funnel traps were set by the river with care

In hopes that gartersnakes soon would be there;

Kit foxes were nestled all snug in their burrow,

Undiscovered by elves, except the most thorough,

And Sky with his sunshirt, and I a camelback,

Returned from the field after a scratchy bushwhack.

When out on the sand there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my cot to see what was the matter.

Away to a wash I scurried in a sweat

Tripping on holes that posed quite a threat.

The moon on the spines of teddy bear cholla

Glowed like Christmas lights on a giant Sequoia.

When, what to my sunburned eyes should appear,

But a giant Ford truck, and eight techs full o’ cheer,

With a seasoned leader, so smart and so rad,

I knew in a moment it must be Sir Chad.

He measured the air temp and humidity too;

Then lined up his transect, whispering “I’ll find you.”

Gazing ahead, he prepared for the trek

And he whistled and hollered, to each bright-eyed tech:

"Now! Hailey, now! Trent, now! T-rod, and Jed,

"On! Julie, on! Alexa, on! Samuel and Deb;”

“Check the deepest cave! Climb the steepest slope!”

“Check every inch, don’t be a dope!’

As dry dust before the wild haboob does fly,

And temperatures climb up higher than high;

So up to the ridge-line the techs did climb, 

Checking nook and cranny and taking their time.

Despite sonic booms from the zooming air force

I heard the techs crunching through a field of quartz.

As I switched off my light, and was turning around,

Down a scree field slid Chad barely touching the ground:

He was dress'd in UPF, from his head to his toe,

His clothes were all faded; but no skin did it show;

A tortoise processing kit was buried deep in his pack,

And he reached for blue gloves stored next to his snack.

His eyes - how they squinted! his beard how grizzly,

Sweat dripping off his forehead could be described as drizzly;

His brimmed hat was secured tight to his chin,

But the shadow it cast couldn’t hide his wide grin;

The bite valve of his cameblack he held tight in his lips,

Staying hydrated, a battle, you can’t win with sips.

He had a small garmin and a sturdy snake stick

That clanked on rocks like a shiny ore pick.

He was fit and athletic, a right jolly r’searcher,

And I laugh'd when I saw him-- a true deserty creature;

A wink of his eye and a quick lil wave

Told me Gopherus morafkai had been found in a cave.

Reaching into the burrow, he proceeded with quickness,

Counting the scutes; and checking the fitness.

As he blew the last bit of epoxy paint dry

He cursed the damn drought as he looked at the sky.

A large cactus spine he removed from his rear,

Tortured by thoughts of an icy cold beer.

Slowly he rose from the hot, dusty ground,

And headed to the truck with a leap and a bound.

He chugged a V8, as he sat in AC

The dust from the trucks obscuring his glee;

But I heard him exclaim, ere he rounded a curve,

“Happy Christmas to all, protect and conserve.”



As you might know, I write a version 'A Visit from St. Nicholas' every year based on where I live, so this year I wrote it based on the SAIL project in Gothic at the Rocky Mountain Biological Lab.


‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through RMBL (rumble)

Instruments were whirring; a rather delightful ensemble.

Radiometers all pointed straight to the air

Recently cleaned by a tech with great care


The cimel was placed in park for the night

While lidars lit the snow with a vivid green light

And Frank in his puffy and I on my skis

Had once again seen the MWR freeze.  


When down at the site there arose such a clatter

I logged onto bomgar to see what was the matter

Through the VMs I scrolled with great terror

Checking the data, looking for error.


The stars silhouetting the mountains aroun’

Were the only lights in the slumbering town.  

When what to my frosty eyes should appear

But a figure on skis and 8 operators full o’ cheer. 


With a quick little shuffle that could take him quite far,

I knew in an instant that it must be billy barr.

Toting tools and kimwipes; the technicians they came

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;


“Now Thomas! Now Michael! Now Juarez and Wessley!

“On Anna! On Heath! On Bilberry and Maggie!

Down to Kettle Ponds! Up to the AOS

Get your jobs done with the greatest finesse!”


As persistent slabs that after a heavy snow do slide

Or fully waxed skis in an effortless glide

So down to the site the technicians they flew

Armed with ethanol, wrenches, and a smidgen of glue


Over my shoulder a weather balloon took flight

And it soon disappeared into the black of night

Snowcams were flashing as the flakes fell faster

The generator was primed to avoid a disaster


And then in a twinkling I saw from the tower

Each skyrad dome shaded, even at this hour

As I cycled the MET and was turning around

Down through the trees came billy, like a young powderhound


He was dressed in old goretex from his boots to his hood

And I saw specks of bark from chopping up wood

Tins full of chocolate were buried deep in his bag

Just below his shovel and an old oily rag


His eyes were hidden behind an old pair of sunglasses

His cheeks showed no sign of frostbite, they were smooth as molasses

His warm greeting came came as clear as a bell

And the beard on his face indicated he had stories to tell


A field notebook he grasped tight in his hand

For denoting the species who lived on this land

He had a thin face and no hint of a belly

Despite watching movies produced way out in Delhi.


He was wiry and tough, a true weathered mountain man

And I whistled to myself from atop a buried sedan.

A friendly mittened wave and a cheerful greeting 

Soon gave me to know his stove was still heating


He grabbed a few tools and went straight to his work

Measuring the snow he then turned with a jerk

And clipping into his bindings, he turned for the trail

His long-term records quite complimentary to SAIL


Covered in snow he could be mistaken for a wizard

As he quickly disappeared into the oncoming blizzard

But I heard him exclaim, ere he skied out of sight

These data are important, let’s get this done right!






Every year I try to write a version of the poem "A Visit from St. Nicholas" that relates to something I did that year. This year I did it in relation to the CHESS (Colorado Headwaters Ecological Headwaters Spectroscopy Study) Campaign that I was part of this summer.


‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through RMBL (rumble)

The scanners were whirring, a rather delightful ensemble.

Leaves were being plucked with the greatest of care

And taped to the scanners with a huff and a swear.

The samples were nestled all warm in the oven

Waiting to be massed and given some lovin’

And Piper in her hoodie and I with wide brim  

Packed coolers of “ice” in a light that was dim

When out in the flowers there arose such a clatter

We sprinted from the lab to see what was the matter

We tripped over flags and a BBC crew

Before joining a circle where a hack suddenly flew

A dense haze of smoke billowing in the air 

Made us wonder aloud how our lidar would fare.

When what to my blurry eyes should appear

But a zooming twin otter and 8 CHESSers full o’ cheer

Pointing to the plane was a man clever in tech,

And I knew in a moment it must be Dr. Breck.

Leaving the hack circle his field team came

And he whistled, and shouted, and called then by name

“Now, Jack! now, Sophia! now B-rad and Bayden!

On, Dre! on, Yahaira! on, C-ass and Reagan!

Go out to the meadows and into the trees

I want percent cover, but watch out for bees!”

As clouds that with afternoon heat do rise

When they meet with mountains bring a thunderous surprise

So up to the field site the team did climb

With packs full of clippers and an eye on the time

Then, in a twinkling, I laid down quadrats

And Amanda with an ipad entered the stats.

Species were named with a yell and a whistle

And packed into bags, even the thistle.

As I placed a flag and was turning around

Through the Veratrum came Ian with an elegant bound

He was dressed for the sun from his head to his toe

His clothes were all faded, but no skin did he show.

A heavy starlink he had lashed to his pack

Even in the woods, communication did not lack.

His eyes–how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!

Such a contrast to Ribes, a shrub that was scary!

His mouth did not quiver as he keyed the mic

“I’ve brought hot cheetos to fuel this here hike”

The cap of a sharpie he held tight between his lips

As he wrote on trait bags and dispensed ID tips

His face full of focus as he held the field spec

But one eye scanned for bears for just a quick sec.

He was trim and thin, a right mountain PI

And I saluted when I saw him, nearly spilling my chai

A quick safety brief and a look up ahead,

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread. 

He checked quicklook imagery, then went straight to his work

His drone Bruce was seen flying up towards a cirque.

After setting a transect for Bruce to follow,

He downed his last electrolytes with a powerful swallow 

He sprang to the suburban, to the undergrads gave a whistle,

And down the dirt road they shot like a missile.

But I got a whatsapp in the middle of the night–

“Happy Christmas to all and we are GO for flight!”
















Poem I wrote the day we were driving to Cape Town. I read it at our going away dinner. The poem is based on Dr. Seuss’ “Oh the Places You’ll Go”


Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off on Florence!
You're off and away!

With banner flip-flapping,
 you'll soon be riding high!
Ready for anything under the sky.
Ready because you're always up for a try


You have gear in your bag.
You have charge on your phone.
And maybe a slight tear
As you say 'bye' to home.
You've joined up with Drago. And whether you know it or not,
Thomas will make sure you're up before a quarter to not.

You'll be given some tasks,  do them with care.
About some you will say, 
"I'd rather drink the beer over there."
With your hands full of dishes and your arms going flippity flap,
You can't hardly wait for your next on board nap.

And you may quickly find that
Your mat is too thin
In that case, of course,
It's on the road again!

It's opener there
in the wide open air.

Out there things can happen
and frequently do
to people as adventurous
and willing as you.

And then things start to happen,
don't worry. Don't stew.
Just go right along.
You'll start happening too.

OH!
THE PLACES YOU'LL GO!

You'll be on your way up!
You'll be seeing great sights!
You'll spot the big five
But suffer bug bites.

You won't lag behind,
As Denford keeps you well fed
Sounds in the night may have you running for bed.

You'll pass border after border,
With visas galore,
Be sure to set up your tent far from a snore

Wherever you drive, you will witness great things
Wherever you go, you'll be so happy you sing. 

Except when you don't.
Because, sometimes, you won't.

I'm sorry to say so
but, sadly, it's true
that Bang-ups
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get diarrhea
Or a thorn in your toe
Your tent might rip
And you just don't know

And when you're in a Slump,
you're not in for much fun.
Un-slumping yourself
is not easily done.

But Helen and Tom 
will fix you right up
And the chances are, then,
you'll be out of that Slump.

You might come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked.
A place you could strain the alternator and stick a tire
But do not worry, Adam will get you outta the quagmire.

Trusty Florence will continue
And you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles cross weirdish wild space,
headed, you hope, toward a most beautiful place.

The soul-filling place...

A place where locals love to smile
Where the vista stretches a mile
A place where sunsets glow
And wildebeest migrate to and fro

A life-changing place...

The top of a peak that challenged your grit
A sand dune that points out you're not so fit
A Savannah where herds of antelope roam
Aquamarine water that sparkle and foam
A desert with stars that shine so bright
A canyon you peer at from a dizzying height

Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done!
There is food to be eaten
There are tours to be run
And the magical things you can do with your time
Will provide memories far superior to this rhyme.

Except when they don't
Because, sometimes they won't.

I'm afraid that some times
Things will go wrong
Things so unexpected
That you'll stop humming your song

And when things go wrong, there's a very good chance
you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants.
There are some, down the road between hither and yon,
that can scare you so much you won't want to go on.

But on you will go
though the weather be foul.
On you will go
though lions do prowl.
On you will go
though the hungry hyenas howl.
Onward up many
a frightening creek,
though your arms may get sore
and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will travel,
And I know you'll go far
and face up to your problems
whatever they are.

You'll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You'll get mixed up 
with many strange tongues as you go.
But remember when you step off of the truck
To smile and to wave
Grab water and TP
But mostly just behave
For the dragoman crew will have your back
Even if you go careening off track

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)

So...
be your name Lewis or Lucy or Luti
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen diFrutti,
You're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your journey is waiting.

So...get on your way!