National Geographic : 1956 Jan
13S Valleys Lie Buried Beneath an Ocean of Ice. Just as the plane left France for Iceland on July 24, I got the news that our second group under Jean Neviere had succeeded in the devil ish task of bringing all the rest of the materiel up through the crevassed zone to Camp VI. As soon as we got more gasoline, our weasel trains could meet them there. Then-and then only-I knew that the drastic decision I had taken more than three weeks before, to put the emphasis on "all that's needed for building the Central Icecap Station first, and nothing else," had been the right one. Loubry flew 12 missions in 11 days, total ing 124 hours of flight. Five tons per flight came down to us from the sky. Lonely Mountaintops Protrude Like Islands I had planned to parachute everything, including gasoline in jerricans. But this was too slow and the losses too high; so, on one of the first flights, I asked the pilot to come down as low as possible and try drop ping the supplies free. Supplies Survive Free Drops "OK," said Loubry. "I am coming in as low as possible, about 30 feet and maybe lower." The first jerricans to come down in this manner, filled to the brim, arrived in good shape-such good shape that I ordered every thing except the delicate instruments to be free-dropped.