National Geographic : 1964 Mar
we had kicked a spot relatively tree of scoff u and steers a onto a new heading for a trugi, the ice-hard riclges of wind-blown Snow. landing approach. ']'he ground controllers Such an emergenc}° landing had been m iilc will talk us down to within a hundred feet of before, so we press on to 'McMurdo. the ground or a quarter mile from the end of 0;330. Occasional glimpses of the Queen the skiwav. Blow-in(" snow, still keeps us from hlizItheth and Oueen '1auillZan es.I)r. Kin~ seein our r;oa[. the South Afric m geolo-ist, is on the tli trht 0425. Ground Control has us on the Aide deck and very absorbed by this bird's-eve slope. Our own radar shows were lined up View of Antarctic land [orms. between the ro vs of gasoline drums which 0400. The undercast is getting thicker. mark the skivvav approach. Were on the VHF (Very IIit,:h Freyue ncv "\V 've got the barrels,'' Copilot Kelly calls homer beacon from 'Ic\lurdo. We expect to out. as he spies the marker drums. see the base on our radar within afew minutes. We've got the threshold." Kelly can see 0418. (our 6 round Controlled _ 'lp- the end of the runway. broach radar unit) reports it has us on it.s Within seconds our heavy skis rumble on hard-packed Snow. We've made it! I c on-ratulate the crew. "ill right, boys. You're all at bunch of ruddy heroes! ' 46. -_... p.