Read the wind.

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Private field camps on the Antarctic plateau. Twenty guests at a time, flown in from Hobart between November and February.

72° 14′ S · 31° 08′ E Scroll

Every ridge out here points the way the wind went. We teach you to read them.

01Field notes

Sastrugi are the ridges the wind carves into hard snow. They all point the same way, and a guide can cross a plateau by them alone. This is a journey about learning to see that.

Three small camps, never more than twenty guests on the ice, and a guide for every four of them.

Everything comes back out with us. The camps leave nothing behind but footprints, and the wind takes those.

A guide reading a handheld anemometer
Conditions at Lee Live
Wind
0kn
Katabatic, from the south-east
Air
0°C
Feels like −31 °C
Sun elevation
0°
Circling, never setting
Daylight
0h
Until 21 February
02Journeys

Four ways
onto the ice

Every journey is private, guided and flown from Hobart. Dates move with the weather; the camps wait for the right window.

03The season

Four months
of daylight

The camps open when the sun stops setting and close when it starts again. Drag through the season to see how the ice changes.

Month
November
Sun at noon
12°
Mean air
−26 °C
Chicks on the sea ice
Blue ice, long walks
The sun at midnight
Rivers of meltwater

Chicks on the sea ice

Emperor chicks leave their fathers' feet for the first time. The coast is still frozen hard and Blue Hollow opens for the season.

A gloved hand on a snow ridge
“On the fourth day our guide stopped, knelt and ran her glove along a ridge. Home is that way, she said. I have never felt so small, or so looked after.”
Ingrid V., The Wind Line, December
04Three camps

Three
camps,
twenty beds

Each camp sits where the wind allows. Pods of fabric and ash, warm inside, gone without a trace at the end of the season.

Lee camp
01 / 03

Lee

8 pods

Shelter, then silence.

Our first camp, tucked on the lee side of a dark rock outcrop where the wind drops to a whisper.

72° 14′ S · 31° 08′ E1,480 m
Spindrift camp
02 / 03

Spindrift

6 pods

Where the wind begins.

Six pods on the open plateau, with nothing between you and the horizon in every direction.

75° 02′ S · 34° 51′ E2,900 m
Blue Hollow camp
03 / 03

Blue Hollow

6 pods

The ice turned to glass.

A basin of polished blue ice near the coast, a short flight from the emperor colony.

70° 41′ S · 28° 19′ E310 m
Inside a pod

Ash, wool and one round window. Inside, it is always 19 °C.

05The crossing

Breakfast
in Hobart

Lunch on blue ice.

Flight time
04:50 HRS
Distance
3,420 KM
Runway
Blue ice, 3 km
HobartLee90° S
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