One evening, about a month ago, I rode out in a Delta to the historic hut at Cape Evans. We drove north from McMurdo on the sea ice for a slow hour, parked this side of a large crack and continued on by foot. The half-hour walk from the truck to the hut on the blue sea ice with giant frozen icebergs looming on all sides was impressive; one of the more beautiful spots I’ve ever been on earth.
The history of the hut is here: http://www.nzaht.org/content/library/History_of_Scotts_Cape_Evans_Expedition.pdf. It looks as if one day the explorers woke up, walked out of the door and just never came back. Seal blubber stacked to burn, a dead penguin on a table (science experiment??) still fat, looking like it could have been alive only weeks ago, huge stores of food in fading wooden crates and rusting cans, animal skin bedding, woolen clothing, a darkroom, postcards tacked to the walls… frozen in time.