Our modes of transport were by Weasel tracked vehicle and dog sled.
My role was to maintain field radio communications, alternate with Ric as dog handler and generally assist with the geology, survey, exploration and daily survival tasks in this most challenging and dangerous of environments. We three were a good mix of age, experience and skill; we got along well together.
The 1960 expedition marked the beginnings of a major thrust by ANARE into the SPCM. Mt Cresswell, unnamed at the time of our visit, became the centre of ANARE summer operations over many years.
Our traverse was history in the making, although it did not seem that way at the time, during our daily struggles to progress the work and survive. Mt Bird in the SPCM was named for me.
Thinking about it again as an 81-year-old and sole surviving member of the traverse, I rekindle almost forgotten memories of adventurous times so long ago. What incredibly good fortune and privilege to have experienced a typical ‘heroic era’ dog sled expedition, into unknown regions of the Antarctic icecap, with Ric and Neville, two good mates and lifelong friends. How did I get so lucky!