Yesterday, we had our last scheduled sampling session of the season. It was with a great sense of satisfaction that I pushed the tea-colored water from Imnavait weir through the cation filter, drop by drop, until at last, my arms trembling from exertion, I could cap that green taped 60mL CATS bottle for what I can only assume is the billionth time. And this time was the last time. I optimistically think, “Great! My days of lugging water from lake to lake are over!” I throw my arms up to the sky in celebration of the end of my filtering days, and that’s when Jason starts piling long pieces of plastic poles in my empty palms. Yep, no more water to lug, I’ll just be hauling equipment instead.
I have one week left, and though it will be free of sampling, it will not be lacking in things to do. As the final five remaining members of the lab, its our great pleasure to handle the herculean task of shutdown. The Arctic is lovely and hunky-dory now, but in a matter of weeks, conditions will harshen, and the population of camp will go from thirty to three. Thus our task until the end of the season is to prepare the lab space for a successful hibernation. Some things, like plastic nalgene bottles, syringes, and serum vials, are hardy enough to rough it through winter stacked in cardboard boxes on a shelf in the lab. Other things, like expensive electronics, pipettes, and certain chemicals, are a bit more high maintenance and need to be bundled up and packed in warm storage. The first stage of this process is to pull the equipment from the field back into the lab and sort everything by prospective storage area. The second stage involves cleaning, labeling, and inventorying… EVERYTHING. There are five of us responsible for shutting down the projects of four PIs, whose stuff is sprawled over three labs plus two storage areas. Oh, and all the stuff in the field.
Though we have been trying hard to stay organized, I cannot help but feel slightly overwhelmed by the sheer volume of stuff we have to deal with. Over a couple of days, we brought in the four Isco auto-samplers, which take water samples spaced between preset time intervals. You may remember what an Isco looks like from my pictures of the July 4th Star Wars skit (hint: a spare Isco starred as R2D2). They have now taken over the Lab 4 floor space. I have also very happily spent an afternoon dumping all the nutrient samples and after which I very carefully placed the bags full of empty 125 mL bottles on top of the Iscos so as to keep a narrow corridor free of stuff for walking purposes. There’s stuff everywhere, under the lab, outside the door, and ever since Jason and I spent three hours Thursday afternoon beginning the daunting task of organizing the Conex storage shed, there’s a great mound of stuff piled outside the Conex which has now grown to such epic proportions that it merged with the pile outside Lab 4. And there’s more stuff coming in from the field every day.

On Monday we sampled lakes E5 and E6 jointly with the lakes group, and while we were there we took down the meteorological station and the drippers, which are pumps set on anchored floats that fertilize the lakes with a fortifying stew of nitrates. We spent the morning pulling up buckets of rocks and cement that served as anchors for the stations, and then towed them back to shore from the row boat, the stations floating along like large pets on the end of a leash. Aside from the couple of minutes it took for us to realize that the E5 dripper had a third anchor that we hadn’t noticed nor pulled up, which we subsequently realized was the explanation for why we weren’t getting any closer to shore despite Jason’s frantic rowing, the morning went by quite smoothly. We successfully got all the equipment on shore, stripped them of electronics, car batteries, and solar panels, and left the rest on the tundra for the winter.
So this next week will not be the relaxing time I had envisioned upon learning that we finish sampling a week before our departure date. But at least I can say with firm conviction that I have filtered my last* bottle! What joy!
*Correction: next-to-last bottle. Katie has just informed me that she needs to sample the Sag river on Wednesday. I should never have spoken with such conviction.















































