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A Study of Human Exploration
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A meteor struck here 23 million years
ago. Biologists search for what has grown here, in this vast crater, an
arctic desert. Down by the river, looking back, you see that a camp has
grown here, tents scattered like seeds that will leap forth to Mars.
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If you don't know Pascal,
you don't know Haughton-Mars
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Portals on the wind.
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The weather had so gradually worsened we
could count by layers of clothing the days of our stay.
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Officer, I guess I was
going too fast for the EVA protocol.
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They returned in the rain with broad
smiles. One ATV had lost its chain and another had been driven back
with a flat tire. It was fun.
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A ridge of Haughton,
mounded in breccia.
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I would not describe Haughton as
peaceful. Empty, maybe. But really rocky and often cold.
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Houston, this is Devon
Crater, do you copy?
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So what is it like to be here? Like
being locked out of your house in the winter, with mounds of power
bars, cheez-its, and sausage soup, large tents, and warm clothes.
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Reasons for showing
someone a rock...
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Acres of rounded pebbles in polygon
designs, nature's sorting. As if the land itself has become vital --
delineating, sagging, draining, shifting -- animating itself into
patterned variations, perhaps in lonely boredom.
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By the fourth week, every
thought seemed important.
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Human-Rated Test Facility.
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History is the common
language of the two cultures.
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Briefing... now!
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Assessments of how well the day's goals
were met, for those of you who had goals.
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Nunavut Territory.
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