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              Into 
                    the white at the South Pole.
             
              
             by Noel Wanner
            
            
           
            
             January 
                    1, 2001
            
            
           
            
             When 
                    the motors fall silent, the silence rushes in from the flat 
                    horizon and hits you like a wall-- the silence of thousands 
                    of miles of empty ice, a frozen desert on an ice plateau two 
                    miles deep.
            
            
           
            
             We've 
                    come to explore the life and science at the South Pole, at 
                    Amundsen-Scott Station. Around us, the construction crews 
                    work at a fevered pace, building the new South Pole Station, 
                    but the bustle of the cranes and bulldozers seems somehow 
                    just a desperate attempt to keep the silence back. And when 
                    the shift is over, everyone hurries indoors for warmth, and 
                    the comfort of human voice, of four walls limiting that deep 
                    horizon.
            
            
           
            
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                A 
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                        of the South Pole Station.
               
              
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             The 
                    people who live and work at the South Pole deal with one of 
                    the harshest environments on earth. The average temperature 
                    is about -50 degrees, and during the months-long winter, temperatures 
                    can drop to 100 below zero. The air is too cold to hold any 
                    moisture-- it dries your sinuses until they bleed. Nothing 
                    lives here, except humans, in a tiny community ranging from 
                    220 summer inhabitants to 45 hardy souls over the winter. 
                    This community and its work are sustained through a massive 
                    logistical effort, including several LC-130 flights each day, 
                    bringing food, fuel, scientific equipment, and construction 
                    materials, and taking away waste and Pole workers headed home. 
                    The comfort that exists here is entirely dependent on this 
                    supply chain-- without it, silence and cold would soon return 
                    to empty this place. That this community persists is nearly 
                    miraculous, a testament to the will humans have to explore.
            
            
           
            
             Scientists 
                    make use of this silence, this last most clear and empty space: 
                    astronomers point telescopes at the thin sky, strange kaleidoscope 
                    eyes sorting the spectra of the cosmic background radiation, 
                    hunting for the faint traces of the birth of our universe. 
                    Some drill down to place seismographs, listening for earthquakes 
                    and nuclear tests around the world.
            
            
           
             
            
           
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