National Geographic : 1968 Oct
Connie. After that," he went on, "we'll use another runway up on the ice shelf. We pave it with ground-up ice rolled hard as coral." The heavy Hercules on their wide skis land all summer-and, if needed, in winter-on the softer snow-layered ice-shelf surface.* Six miles away along "Mc-Willy Express way" the largest of all Antarctic bases, Mc Murdo Station, clings to the steep volcanic shore of Ross Island. To a newcomer, no mat ter how much he has read about it, this fron tier boom town of fuel tanks, power lines, and metal and wooden buildings astounds the eye. 574 It was 11 at night, yet full daylight. Men walked in woolen shirts or light jackets on black cinder streets. A thermometer read 25° above zero F. Here wind and 24-hour sum mer sun strip most of the snow from the dark slopes, and water runs in muddy streets. Nuclear Power Station PM-3A-more familiarly, "Nooky Poo"-stands on a shelf of Observation Hill below a simple wooden cross in memory of Scott and his men, who *Admiral Abbot described the first scheduled winter fly-in to McMurdo in "Flight Into Antarctic Darkness," NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC, November, 1967.