Awoke bright and early for breakfast with the crew. Bianca Nowak,
the final crew member to arrive, did not have an easy trip from
Belgium, culminating in the failure of her luggage to arrive with
her. The airline promises that it will be here later today and
they will deliver it to the hab's mail drop at the Hollow Mountain
convenience store in Hanksville, about 3 miles from the hab. (Hollow
Mountain is, in fact, carved into a mountain; some of the walls
inside are raw rock. Fascinating!)
We checked out of the hotel and drove out to the hab, stopping at
Wal-Mart on the way for some supplies. (Yes, Wal-Mart. Not much
in the way of alternatives here.) The drive from Grand Junction
to Hanksville took about three hours and treated us to some spectacular
views. The terrain was mostly snow-covered but as we approached
the hab it became more and more Mars-like, especially after we
passed Hanksville. We did get slightly lost in that last stretch
-- we were following a vague and extremely sketchy map drawn on the
back of a cash register receipt by the clerk at the Hollow Mountain
-- but we were only half an hour behind schedule when the white
cylinder of the hab, familiar to all of us from photographs even
though we'd never been here before, peeked out from behind a
rust-colored rock formation. Excitement! Our new home and a new
adventure begins!
The current crew (MDRS-87) greeted us warmly and gave us a whirlwind
tour of the hab, complete with safety instructions, an EVA suiting
demo, a short hike to a nearby fossil bed, and instructions on
dealing with the temperamental ATVs (every one different from the
others). Because we are not yet "in sim" we were able to bring our
bags in and do other necessary chores without having to put on our
space suits. Also, by happy coincidence, we were just in time to
help install the new generator, which we hope will solve the power
problems that have been bedeviling the last few crews. (Most of
the work on that was done by DG, a local resident who is instrumental
in keeping the hab running.) The shower, however, is definitely
dead for the duration, as is the telescope. Alas.
The departing crew clearly had mixed feelings about leaving. Although
they were doing a little happy dance at the thought of big greasy
hamburgers in Hanksville and hot showers in Grand Junction, they
seemed a little misty-eyed as they piled into the van and headed
back to Earth.
We all looked at each other. "We're on Mars! Now what?"
Well, "now what" consisted of hauling our massive load of Stuff up
to the residential level, eating the surprisingly tasty meal of
freeze-dried chicken and corn the outgoing crew had prepared for
us, and discussing our plans for the next day and the next two
weeks. Steve and Bianca then drove into town (using "V'ger", our
Plymouth Voyager "pressurized rover") to pick up Bianca's baggage
and all the food we will be eating for the next two weeks, while
Laksen and Paul performed an engineering walk-through and inspection
of all the hab's systems and I got set up with Twitter (@MDRSupdates)
and fixed up the web cams (
http://www.freemars.org/mdrscam/). When
Steve and Bianca returned, we all helped load in the groceries.
The sun had set, and I got my first view of the vast and magestic
desert sky. Oh wow.
We don't plan to begin sim until Monday. Tomorrow (Sunday) we will
do a lot of necessary prep and setup that will be much easier without
space suits, including running the control for a study to determine
how much EVA suits impact our efficiency.
We aren't really on Mars yet. But we're definitely a long way from
home.