last day on the tundra

In literature and film, when authors or directors call attention to weather, they are portraying in sky the pathos of their characters. Ergo, a torrent of emotional introspection finds the character trapped in a car or some such enclosed place whilst a trope of downpour fills windowscapes. Really, pretty much every time it's raining.

It's interesting then that yesterday, our last day on the tundra, as we pulled in the towers for the last time, and said so long to our sites, the weather was shifting among a strange sunniness illuminating the road with huge shadows of clouds all around, small patches of dark showers in the distance, then to clouds, to light rains. It was very unusual weather for this time of year, but not cold or windy or too wet, which made our last day on the tundra pleasant and appropriately strange.

So after a final few experiments, shown below, we packed up and headed in.