All the wind we had a few weeks ago led to a lot of exercise. These are (from the inside) the bay doors in the arch where I work, and this is the snow that piled up inside of them over the course of those windy days. (Read: it blew through the cracks in the closed, barricaded doors until the snow that was building up on the outside of them completely covered the doors and all the cracks.)
So once the wind died down and we had a nice, -40F day when we could move some stuff around between the inside and outside, my boss K and I got our shovels out and started shoveling.
Until finally we reached the bottoms of the doors.
In the meantime, coworker H was in a machine with a bucket outside, scraping the snow away from the other side of the doors. Remember it was clear up to the top of them when she started, and when we'd shoveled out enough to be able to open them, there she was like a big metal monster, causing the pile still on the outside to cascade in very dramatically.
It was hours after that that we finally had a clear set of doors and could take out all the trash that's been building up and go out to the berms (rows of stored crates out in the "backyard") and bring in some crates of food that the galley needed.
A morning in the life of a Materialsperson at South Pole. When we are not busy counting everything in sight for inventory.
