Our wait continued. The next day brought more of the same. Waiting became difficult as there was a possibility that we might have to fly out through Chile if McMurdo weather didn't clear soon. Even the light was starting to look like winter was soon here. Clearly all who wanted to leave Antarctica needed to go soon.
Dates are just numbers on a page.
In the middle of the second night with our new guests, we got our break and we were packing in minutes. He then will turn the plane around and use the track for takeoff. As we all walked to our places in line I was suddenly up to my waist in a crevasse. The copilot calmly looked at the crack and told me to stand to the side of it so the pilot would need to go around me and of course miss the crack. Moments later, we are in the air with the mountains and the Ross Ice Shelf quickly fading into the bad weather.