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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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