No kidding, there I was ...
Sitting in the galley at McMurdo on Monday morning, just after 7AM, when the cargo coordinator ran up to me; cheeks flushed and sweat matting the hair around her face. Apparently I was supposed to fly to Byrd a few minutes previously.
I was able grab my carry-on bags [that I've been living out of for the last week] and shuttle out to the ice runway, located an hour drive on the permanent ice shelf. The 1,300km flight in the belly of the LC-130 was uneventful with nothing interesting seen out the few windows, since the continent was covered in thick/ low clouds.
Once on the ground, we were treated to a 'combat offload' of our gear.