Casey Station is serviced by two airports. There’s the main Australian Antarctic Territory one, Wilkins Aerodrome (which I’ve been calling an aerodome the last couple years), and a smaller skiway which the fixed wing aircraft can land on (like the Baslers we saw when we flew in). It was from this smaller skiway that 26ish of us took a bus to. This social outing offered one the chance to walk, cycle, cross country ski, or run back to station (~10km). I, stupidly, chose to run. Di and Gwil took the ski option (we got an induction/crash course in cross country skiing earlier today from the FTO leader Mick), and Kath chose sensibly to walk.

Di only fell once!
Gwil fell three times…..
I call this the flamboyant ninja look.