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From the Field: Bill Buck in Cape Horn 2013, Day Two

Posted in Bill Buck, From the Field, Science on February 20 2013, by William R. Buck

January 11, 2013, Prov. Antártica Chilena, Comuna Cabo de Hornos, Parque Nacional Alberto de Agostini, Isla Grande de la Tierra del Fuego, NE-most arm of Seno Courtenay, 54°34’34”S, 71°10’41”W

DSC03582The night ends early and abruptly. Right after 1:30 a.m. we hit a very rough stretch of seas where we have to cross–perpendicular to the wind and waves–a large stretch of open, rough water just south of Cape Froward (the southernmost tip of continental South America). At first the ship is tossed into the air and banged back down into the sea, awakening everyone. Our little ship, a mere 60 × 20 feet, tosses about for hours on end. Anything not tied down or already on the floor is soon there.

Quite reasonably, the crew closes the door to the bunk room so waves won’t slosh down the ladder. However, this makes the room quite warm and increases the prospects of seasickness. And then, just like that, around 4:15 a.m. it all stops; I feel a cool breeze and the seas calm. Most of the group, exhausted from fighting to stay in our bunks and not get sick (some more successfully than others) fall swiftly back to sleep. Unfortunately it is to be a short reprieve.

At 6 a.m. I get up and venture outside to see the day. No surprises; it is cold, windy, overcast, and spitting rain. I go to the upper level and am surprised to see Blanka in the captain’s cabin; it was she who had opened the bunk room door right after 4 a.m. in an effort to escape the sour smell permeating the room. Taking advantage of the calm seas as we move down sheltered channels I return to bed. At 8 a.m. several of us chose to get up for the day–certainly a mistake!

Within moments, before I can even get dressed and leave the bunk room, we hit another rough stretch, this time as we round several small islands that expose us to wind and seas with no land between our ship and Antarctica. I make my way up the ladder to the deck, where I dodge waves crashing onto the ship’s deck just to get to the bathroom. Once there, rather than feeling sheltered I feel like a pinball bouncing off the walls. I finally make it to the galley as the seas get even rougher. Oddly, despite the high waves and strong winds, the sky is now clear blue and the sun blinding. It seems somehow incongruous; we seldom have sunny days here. In all my trips I have never experienced this kind of prolonged roughness. If my stomach wasn’t already empty, it would be so now–my first experience with seasickness is no fun. Fortunately, it is fleeting and by 9:30 a.m. we find ourselves once again in a sheltered passage. By 10 a.m. I realize I am more hungry than sick and cautiously eat a light breakfast of yogurt, oranges, and bread.

IMG_0058_1194_2013_Seno Courtenay_Laura_Paddy_Niels copyFor the next few hours we continue toward our destination, or at least what I think is our destination. Not too surprisingly, after years of collecting down here, I have confused some of the collecting localities with others (fortunately computer databases don’t have such memory issues). At some point Blanka and I realize we are not heading toward the old-growth southern beech forest as I had intended but rather to a place that Blanka had previously dubbed ”the enchanted forest.” The place I had planned is now hours behind us so we will make do with where we are headed. We finally arrive at about 3 p.m.

Since this is our first collecting site of the trip it takes awhile for everyone to gather together their collecting equipment, to find their various layers of field clothes and to attire themselves. It is also the first time the Zodiac is put in the water and the outboard motor attached. Within half an hour everyone is champing at the bit to get started. The sound we are in is quite deep, often over 300 feet, so our ship is able to anchor not far from shore and in short order we are all ashore and fanning out through the dense forest with branches dripping with bryophytes and lichens.

DSC03633This site is well toward the western side of our flora region and therefore receives lots and lots of precipitation (I hesitate to use the word rain here because sleet is what we will mostly see this year). Our new, uninitiated group members are astounded at the continuous, deep liverwort/hornwort mat–courtesy of this intense precipitation–that carpets the forest floor. The enthusiasm of the inexperienced leads the majority of the group to say they do not want to return to the ship until 8 p.m. While there is plenty of light to get around until that time, inside the forest with an overcast sky, at 3:30 p.m. it is already too dark to see very well. So, while it is lightest I head into the forest. Within an hour I am forced to the edge of the forest along the coast where the light is better. And then, within another hour–amid greatly diminished returns–I decide to catch an early zodiac back to the ship. This allows me to get my collections processed and on the dryers before the crowd (and to get the dryer space I wanted!). Shortly after, the group reappears. I love seeing the expressions on the faces of my colleagues when first encountering this amazing landscape.

IMG_0062_1194_2013_Seno Courtenay_Laura copyIt is warmer this year than last with much less sleet, and more clear skies. We hope this pleasant pattern holds! But regardless of the temperature, we still need rain gear because the vegetation is so saturated, so we hope it won’t get too warm as that makes being encased in rubber quite uncomfortable. Time will tell.

Our next site is about 9 hours away. In speaking with the captain, I told him it is his decision when we depart and he has decided we will leave in the early morning. After a large dinner the hepatic group is able to set up their microscopes, cameras and computers, and image the oil bodies from their fresh collections. I understand they were finally evicted from the galley–which also serves as the bunk room for the cooks–at midnight. After the night before, when I got little sleep, I head to bed at 10 p.m. I am the first one in the bunks and am asleep before the others even arrive in the bunk room.

Ed. note: NYBG scientist and Mary Flagler Cary Curator of Botany, Bill Buck has just returned from his annual expedition to the islands off Cape Horn, the southernmost point in South America, to study mosses and lichens. For the past two years he was able to file stories from the field, but this year’s locations proved so remote he was forced to wait until his return. We will be publishing them over the course of several days. Follow his journeys on Plant Talk.

Bill Buck’s Previous Reports From the Field:


January 10, 2013, Punta Arenas, Chile


February 5, 2012; Isla Londonderry, Puerto Fortuna, approximately 54º54’S, 70º26’W

February 4, 2012; Isla O’Brien, Caleta Americana, approximately 54º53’S, 70º23’W

February 3, 2012; Isla Grande de Tierra del Fuego, Fiordo Garibaldi, approximately 54º58’S, 69º49’W

February 2, 2012; Isla Gordon, middle arm of Bahía Tres Brazos, approximately 54º58’S, 69º41’W

January 31, 2012; Isla Gordon, Bahía Romanche, 54º57’S, 69º30’W

January 30, 2012; Isla Gordon, Bahía Romanche, 54º57’S, 69º30’W

January 29, 2012; Canal O’Brien, on the way to the Brazo Noroeste of the Beagle Channel, approximately 54º55’S, 70º35’W

January 25, 2012; Isla Darwin, Caleta Virginia, approximately 54º57’S, 70º10’W

January 24, 2012; Unnamed sound off Isla Whittlebury, in Bahia San Jorge, west of Isla Hoste, approximately 55º16?S, 70º00?W

January 23, 2012; Arm of Estero Webb, SW coast of Isla Hoste, approximately 55º14’S, 69º41’W

January 22, 2012.; Unnamed sound on Isla Gordon behind Cabo El Gorro, approximately 55º02’S, 69º48’W

January 21, 2012; Isla Hoste, Estero Fouque, 55º1’S, 69º35’W

January 20, 2012; Isla Hoste, Estero Fouque, approximately 55º11’S, 69º35’W

January 19, 2012; Chile, unnamed sound on north-central coast of Isla Hoste, approximately 55º00’S, 69º12’W

January 18, 2012; Canal O’Brien, just south of Isla O’Brien, 54º55’S, 70º35’W

January 17, 2012; Punta Arenas, Chile


July 15, 2011; Hobart, Tasmania, Australia

July 14, 2011; Pyengana, Tasmania, Australia

July 13, 2011; Weldborough, Tasmania, Australia

July 12, 2011; Hobart, Tasmania, Australia

July 11, 2011; Hobart, Tasmania, Australia

February 8, 2011; Punta Arenas, Chile

February 5, 2011, unnamed sound northwest of Isla Georgiana

February 4, 2011, unnamed sound directly east of Seno Mama, Chile

February 2, 2011, Seno Courtenay, northern arm, Chile

February 1, 2011, Seno Courtenay, Chile

January 31, 2011, Canal between Isla Georgiana and Isla Clementina,, Chile

January 30, 2011, Unnamed sound on south side of Brecknock Peninsula, NW of Isla Georgiana, Chile

January 29, 2011, Isla Aguirre, Seno Quo Vadis, Chile

January 26, 2011, Punta Arenas, Chile

January 24, 2011, Seno Chasco, just north of isthmus to Brecknock Peninsula, Chile

January 23, 2011, Isla Grande de la Tierra del Fuego, Puerto Consuelo, Seno Chasco, Chile

January 22, 2011, Isla Grande de la Tierra del Fuego, Seno Brujo, Chile

January 21, 2011, Isla Grande de la Tierra del Fuego, Seno Brujo, Chile

January 20, 2011, Isla Grande de la Tierra del Fuego, Seno Bluff, Chile

January 18, 2011, Punta Arenas, Chile

January 16, 2011, Punta Arenas, Chile