Beloved friends and family, use this site to share stories and memories of our John/Johan Booth. John resisted sentimentality, and specifically wished not to be remembered in a tearful mood. But we family and friends live with a void where he was. Let’s share memories that help fill that void. Tell... see moreBeloved friends and family, use this site to share stories and memories of our John/Johan Booth. John resisted sentimentality, and specifically wished not to be remembered in a tearful mood. But we family and friends live with a void where he was. Let’s share memories that help fill that void. Tell about the Johan you knew, and let many perspectives create a fuller portrait. Photos welcome. (We know Johan would object; but he’s not here, and we miss him.) No flowers, no memorial contributions. But recall that Johan was generous; that he supported progressive politics; that he loathed know-nothing authoritarianism; that he was anti-racist, feminist, and an LGBTQ+ ally. You will think of good ways to honor him.
OBITUARY
John Booth was born in Carlisle, PA, in 1965. He studied computer science and astronomy at Wesleyan University and UC Santa Cruz. He found his life’s work in the U.S. Antarctic program where he came to be called Johan. He worked at Palmer and South Pole Stations as a science technician. He loved the social life of the South Pole, where a small staff community would fend for itself during the long isolation of dark months. He loved... see more
John Booth was born in Carlisle, PA, in 1965. He studied computer science and astronomy at Wesleyan University and UC Santa Cruz. He found his life’s work in the U.S. Antarctic program where he came to be called Johan. He worked at Palmer and South Pole Stations as a science technician. He loved the social life of the South Pole, where a small staff community would fend for itself during the long isolation of dark months. He loved the physical beauty of the South Pole, where the aurora danced overhead. He loved the varied science conducted at the Pole, where his intelligence, meticulousness, and curiosity found purpose. He loved mentoring others in that science. He loved sharing about Antarctica through countless visits and slide-shows in schools and community settings, and through a celebrated email correspondence chronicling both the social and the scientific aspects of life on the ice. By the time his Antarctic career concluded he was among a short list of the people who had wintered-over the most seasons. In the northern hemisphere he cultivated a community of companions from every chapter of his life. He loved the mountain West with its vistas, its histories, and its opportunities for hiking and biking. He loved reasoned arguments. He respected statistics and probability. He applied his intelligence happily to baseball, the economy, politics, human behavior. He was a faithful and generous friend who gave freely of his attention and his resources. He was great at helping you puzzle out a life problem. He died on his own terms in Washington state in accord with that state’s enlightened Death with Dignity Act. He is missed by parents, siblings, step-siblings, nieces, a nephew, and cousins. He is also missed by the grand community of his friends and colleagues.
June 4 and time for my annual greeting to John; the birthday greeting that we never labeled as such because he so eschewed the idea. I thought about John a lot today. It was a beautiful sunrise and the afternoon's clouds against a bluebird sky were... moreJune 4 and time for my annual greeting to John; the birthday greeting that we never labeled as such because he so eschewed the idea. I thought about John a lot today. It was a beautiful sunrise and the afternoon's clouds against a bluebird sky were spectacular. I know he would have enjoyed the beauty while surveying everything with that keen intelligence emanating from his eyes. Miss hearing from you John. Miss you. less
Was just sharing some memories with other friends. Miss being able to send a hello. So, I suppose here is as good a place as any. Hope you are enjoying your latest journey, Johan.
Knowing he'd poo-poo me for this, remembering our dear Johan this day.
Missing him & our many wonderful arguments about so many things, including whether one simply stops upon death (your perspective) vs. nothing in the physical universe just... moreKnowing he'd poo-poo me for this, remembering our dear Johan this day.
Missing him & our many wonderful arguments about so many things, including whether one simply stops upon death (your perspective) vs. nothing in the physical universe just stops...everything just changes form (my perspective.)
And for all of us who know Johan's aversion to photos, I DID ask him for permission to post this photo of him at Palmer Station in 1993 after he left us...predictably, he said with his shrug & cocked smile and that twinkle in his eye, "Sure! I won't be around to know."
I still miss you bud, and think of you often. less
Apropos of Ann's birthday entry yesterday, my Mom found some old correspondence from Johan recently:
Perhaps you know that I am not a big fan of annual events. I guess I never could understand the idea of marking something based on the mass of the sun... moreApropos of Ann's birthday entry yesterday, my Mom found some old correspondence from Johan recently:
Perhaps you know that I am not a big fan of annual events. I guess I never could understand the idea of marking something based on the mass of the sun (which is what determines the orbital period of the earth). My deepest mistrust is reserved for the annual celebration of events that are, in fact, not even truly rooted in fact in the first place, which might explain my reticence about Christmas, given that the date of Jesus's birth is unknown and unknowable (and of debatable significance anyway, but let's leave that out for now). If anything, I tend toward the more pagan view that events and moments of REAL significance to the passage of time should be marked, so I pay more attention to solstices and equinoxes than to anything else, but I do also on occasion give in to the annual marking craze regarding certain events of TRUE importance and accomplishment: graduations, anniversaries, etc.
Of course this separates me rather substantially from the mainstream, and most people who I encounter honestly cannot fathom why, for example, I try to avoid any kind of fuss on my birthday. If I am LUCKY, my birthday passes entirely unobserved (as it ALMOST did this year), while if I am unlucky and the information is out there, I have to resort to making myself scarce for the day. When I am asked about this, I point out my objection based on the timing of the interval (which inevitably draws much chuckling and eye-rolling: who else but Johan would invoke the mass of the sun in this situation?), but I also note that even beyond that, the EVENT itself wasn't something that I had a particular part in, or memory of. I usually conclude by telling people that if they want to wish anyone a "Happy John's Birthday," it should be my MOTHER, who was a tad more involved in the affair than I was. less
Thinking of John on his birthday. He once told me that he didn't care for birthday greetings. So, each year on June 4, I'd send him a note with a simple "Hi" and personal commentary. This year is no different. John - wherever your atoms are -... moreThinking of John on his birthday. He once told me that he didn't care for birthday greetings. So, each year on June 4, I'd send him a note with a simple "Hi" and personal commentary. This year is no different. John - wherever your atoms are - I'm thinking of you and saying hi. I miss you. less
I met Johan in October 2003 when I took over the Aurora Lab duties from him. We spent a week together as he generously introduced me to my new work space and also prepared to leave the Ice. We talked for hours about many things… he loved identifying... moreI met Johan in October 2003 when I took over the Aurora Lab duties from him. We spent a week together as he generously introduced me to my new work space and also prepared to leave the Ice. We talked for hours about many things… he loved identifying the phases of the moon, working the daily NY Times Crossword puzzle, and all things baseball. He couldn’t imagine working at a job that wasn’t involved with the Antarctic. He talked about his bet during a previous winter that he could eat nothing but sprouts for a month and showed me the muffin sprinkled with sprouts hanging on a string in the ice corridor between the Dome and Skylab that the galley staff jokingly placed there for him to find. He travelled with his own computer hard drive to be installed in a computer in the lab at Pole upon arrival and carefully uninstalled when he prepared to leave, and he left his baseball cleats behind knowing that he’d be back to wear them again another winter. He was a kind, gentle soul. And I’ll always remember him wearing his tie-dyed t-shirt and smiling. less
I think of John often. As I wrote here in July, I miss the visits and the emails. I am sure he would have fascinating comments about new rules in place for baseball or high altitude balloons, and those comments would have been insightful, funny, and... moreI think of John often. As I wrote here in July, I miss the visits and the emails. I am sure he would have fascinating comments about new rules in place for baseball or high altitude balloons, and those comments would have been insightful, funny, and original. I simply have not met many people whose observations and perspective were so interesting that topics I come across cause me to think 'I wonder what John would think about that'. I may get over missing him but I will surely never forget him. less
I was profoundly saddened by hearing the news of Johan's death, but not completely surprised based on the most recent email updates by Johan on this email list.
I spent winter 2006 at Pole with Johan, among others, and became really good friend with... moreI was profoundly saddened by hearing the news of Johan's death, but not completely surprised based on the most recent email updates by Johan on this email list.
I spent winter 2006 at Pole with Johan, among others, and became really good friend with him, most likely because I share Johan's unconventionnalism.
We spent a lot of time during that winter chatting in the galley and playing volleyball. Johan was a really good player at the time . He also kicked my ass at ping pong.
One silly thing that came back in our galley conversations was how poor the South Pole bowl were. When midnight cereal is a staple food, you can allow yourself to be picky about the bowls. Well, the South Pole ones were just not up to our standards: too small, too white, too shallow. After my winter, when I was in NZ, I bought 5 super nice deep colorful bowls which I thought would be wicked good to munch some cereals in and sent them to Pole for Johan because I knew he was going to winter again. A few months later, I receive an email from Johan, no not an email, a junior thesis!. A really long email !. The executive summary is that Johan had been really touched by the gesture and wanted to express his gratitude at what he perceived was real friendship: Free gifts not dictated by conventional expectations: birthdays or other standard markers. Anyways, I related.
I spend a few hours searching for photos of Johan I might have and these are the only ones I found. Johan, in ghost mode, taking his Dobson Ozone measurements in ARO at Pole, July 14th 2006 less
How I first met Johan was through Mary and Gumby when they bought the house across the street from me oh so many years ago now, but that is how I ended up meeting Johan. Actually, I ended up being dear Johan's "permanent" WA State address.
... moreHow I first met Johan was through Mary and Gumby when they bought the house across the street from me oh so many years ago now, but that is how I ended up meeting Johan. Actually, I ended up being dear Johan's "permanent" WA State address.
When I first met Johan, it was like a total emersion into an immediate friendship. His warm, funny, tie-dye wearing self being wrapped around this powerful dynamo of brilliance was amazing to me. I don't have a college degree but that didn't stop Johan from patiently answering my questions about virtually anything. When he was telling me about how his emails weren't sent right away because the satellite wasn't in position, I asked him "Where do the emails go then if they aren't sent right away?" And he explained the cloud to me.
Like a lot of us, Johan was keenly aware of his physical body. When I heard that he was going to choose to die with dignity it didn't surprise me at all. I love his last words, and I love him.
All I have to do is close my eyes and there he is, parking his bike that he just rode from Post Falls, Idaho to here in Cheney, and giving me a hello hug.
He'll be missed always but dang it though, I had so many more questions to ask!
p.s Thanks to all of you for your photos! I had none of him, now I have many. Thank you.
Love and Peace,
Laura Parker
Cheney, WA less
Looking for a true Antarctic legend and a person everybody in the USAP regardless of South Pole, Palmer, McMurdo, CHC or Denver will know or has heard of - Johan will immediately come to mind, that soft spoken guy with the Red Sox Cap and a tie dye... moreLooking for a true Antarctic legend and a person everybody in the USAP regardless of South Pole, Palmer, McMurdo, CHC or Denver will know or has heard of - Johan will immediately come to mind, that soft spoken guy with the Red Sox Cap and a tie dye t-shirt.
The ones who spent time with him will remember the conversations and that he was a kind of human wikipedia.
Everything Johan did, he was really good at it, not only his work, where he was truly dedicated, just thinking about moon Dobsons in marginal weather, but also in sports. You had to look hard to find someone who could play table tennis, badminton or volleyball on his level and these are just the sorts we played together at Pole.
He would challenge himself everyday, in the green world on his bike, or at Pole with workouts, but also with new diets, like eating sprouts for a months. And once he started something, he would not give up.
Every time we wintered together I knew it will be definitely a good winter because Johan was there as well.
He was the master of the 300 Club, I don't know of anybody who stayed out so long or did it so many times.
I had the privilege to winter 10 times with him at Pole.
Another one of our close and unique Antarctic community is gone now, but his spirit will be at Pole and Palmer and he will live on in our memories. less
I met John as one of my housemates when we started at UC Santa Cruz. He made an immediate impression with a depth of knowledge in practically everything, an ability to explain very complicated things in simple terms, his calm and kind personality, and of... moreI met John as one of my housemates when we started at UC Santa Cruz. He made an immediate impression with a depth of knowledge in practically everything, an ability to explain very complicated things in simple terms, his calm and kind personality, and of course, his love of playing sports and games. I recall he said he picked UC Santa Cruz over Harvard for grad school, since he got into a pickup softball game while on his Santa Cruz visit.
John would play any sport or any game at any time, and I happily obliged. What a great housemate! I was also lucky enough to see him a few times over the years while he traveled throughout the US while not wintering over. Or course, we played ping pong, softball, or went hiking.
The world is a better place for having John in the world. less
Thank you for creating this site so that we can share thoughts and commiseration. I think of Johan as brilliant, resourceful, innovative, colorful, helpful, unique, experienced, wise, wonderful, and missed! For years, I was slightly intimidated by... moreThank you for creating this site so that we can share thoughts and commiseration. I think of Johan as brilliant, resourceful, innovative, colorful, helpful, unique, experienced, wise, wonderful, and missed! For years, I was slightly intimidated by Johan's intelligence as well as knowledge and experience at Pole and Palmer; I am so glad we had the opportunity to become better friends during our '06 Pole winter. Rarely have I been so flattered as when he sought me out upon my re-arrival at Pole in 2011 for a chat. He really was an extraordinary individual. My deepest condolences to his family and heartfelt compassion to all of us who miss his grand (yet subtle) presence on this earth. --Liesl less
I was so sorry to hear of Johan's passing. I used to observe a lot at Kitt Peak National Observatory & got to know him when he was on the support staff as a telescope operator. Years later, when he had left the staff for points south, it seemed that... moreI was so sorry to hear of Johan's passing. I used to observe a lot at Kitt Peak National Observatory & got to know him when he was on the support staff as a telescope operator. Years later, when he had left the staff for points south, it seemed that every time I observed he was on the mountain, just visiting or passing through. I was on his emailing list & enjoyed his long postings & antarctic ramblings. Really missing him. less
If anyone would like to know more about Mount Booth, the link below will take you to the topographic 1:50000 map of the area of the Dry Valleys where it is. Just to the right of... moreIf anyone would like to know more about Mount Booth, the link below will take you to the topographic 1:50000 map of the area of the Dry Valleys where it is. Just to the right of centre.
https://www.linz.govt.nz/sites/default/files/topo/antarctic/tiff/ME08_TIFFv1-01.tif
(https://www.linz.govt.nz/land/maps/topographic-maps/antarctic-region-maps/antarctic-topo50-map-series will get you to the home pages for all the maps) less
I share here a memory from Craig Jurgensen, a neighbor in Pennsylvania:
Reflections on my friend – John Booth
It was Yogi Berra, Hall of Fame catcher and wizard of the game of life, who said “Baseball is 90% mental—the other half is physical.”... moreI share here a memory from Craig Jurgensen, a neighbor in Pennsylvania:
Reflections on my friend – John Booth
It was Yogi Berra, Hall of Fame catcher and wizard of the game of life, who said “Baseball is 90% mental—the other half is physical.”
John “Red Sox” Booth, himself the genius of baseball, theorized that the game of baseball is more about strategy, contingency, spatial dynamics and the trajectory flight of the ball through space. John understood intrinsically, certainly, what Yogi was babbling about in his very simplistic terms. To John Booth, the game of baseball was fun and enlightening whether you’re a player, a fan or an astrophysicist.
I fortunately found myself for a while in John’s very close orbit of colleagues and scientists from some of his expeditions to the South Pole. While on leave back to the northern hemisphere in 2008, John responded to my invitation to come and visit the homemade Field of Dreams display in the basement of my home in Carlisle. I had put together a make-believe Field of Dreams downstairs “in the cellar” using artificial green turf, a home plate, a bench, a bullpen in left field, a right field foul pole, and a cornfield. Even a hot dog stand.
The backdrop image to this field of play was a monstrous mural of Yankee Stadium. Visitors to make believe “Yankee Stadium” were allowed to stand before the mural, assume the batting stance, and for once “go to bat” for the Yankees. (Which I had done many times.) Wearing opposing team caps (John a Red Sox fan and me a Yankee fan), we stood together side by side at home plate—not as team rivals but as friends in the game.
John and I also spoke philosophically about the game—how an “out of the park homerun” may travel forever into outer space. How the real goal of the batter is to get a hit, round the bases, and ultimately to be “safe at home.” How a batter briefly stands alone at the plate against nine opposing players in the outfield. A grand slam however wins the game—even in the last inning.
For me, this was an altogether memorable and insightful moment to have shared and “gone deep” about the game of baseball with John Booth, whom I considered to have been a “Beautiful Mind.” Not only about a ball game but more broadly about the astrophysics of the universe and of the marvel of life itself.
Take me out to the ball game,
Craig Jurgensen
July 5, 2022 less
What a guy. I met John at Wesleyan, same dorm Freshmen year. Super smart, super nice guy, certainly marching to the beat of his own drum . I fondly remember my VIP visits to the Observatory and small group tours of the tunnels underneath Wes - how was... moreWhat a guy. I met John at Wesleyan, same dorm Freshmen year. Super smart, super nice guy, certainly marching to the beat of his own drum . I fondly remember my VIP visits to the Observatory and small group tours of the tunnels underneath Wes - how was it that John always knew the secret ins and outs of everywhere and everything? And while the rest of us just tried to graduate successfully with a BA or BS, who goes and gets a graduate degree at the same time?? John of course. The blue windbreaker - what??? For me, who'd grown up in SE Asia, Wesleyan was seriously COLD in Winter, but John never wore more than that blue windbreaker. I was in awe. No wonder he craved the sartorial challenge of the South Pole! We took a computer class together ( hearing this always makes my kids howl with incredulous laughter) and I once got a better score than him on a multiple choice quiz. I remember his face when he saw our respective results...sigh, truly one of the greatest moments of my academic career.
John visited us in Australia a few times. We eagerly anticipated the Antarctic tie-dye t-shirt fashion show, the stories of the Pole, New Zealand, US National Parks, what he'd seen at the Australian Open tennis that day. One year he told us all about his brother's bamboo house (does everyone in John's family have a secret second name...I swear it wasn't David, but I dare not say more just in case...) and even now my friends who met him will ask about, "Your friend from the South Pole whose brother built a bamboo house.."
John shared his knowledge and experiences so freely, he was also a great listener. Unlike a lot of people, when John was listening, you knew he was really listening.
Not heaps of people have made a huge impression on my life, he was one. I'm glad to have read all these stories and that there are so many photos. He always told us no photos, so I think we had like two of the back of his head/ RedSox cap. We'll miss you buddy, there's still a spare room here if you want to catch the tennis in January . less
John was a dear friend since graduate school at UCSC. Graduate school is inherently difficult, and he had a huge impact making my life much more pleasant during that time. I shared his passion for baseball and the Red Sox (I am the other guy in the Red... moreJohn was a dear friend since graduate school at UCSC. Graduate school is inherently difficult, and he had a huge impact making my life much more pleasant during that time. I shared his passion for baseball and the Red Sox (I am the other guy in the Red Sox cap in the photo below shared by Howie Haber). The many seasons of softball, and the pick-up games and practices, were a great joy, increased by 1970's baseball references from our youth (there were games where he told me "you get to be Cesar Tovar today"; the championship team shown below was named "Larry Barnett Fan Club"). One distinct memory was his fielding a first-inning single to right-center during a playoff game where the opposing bench yelled "Test his arm!" to the runner rounding second, and John asked "Are they joking?" before calmly throwing out the runner by a good 5 feet. Saturday night Star Trek/cards/Saturday Night Live were also a joy (he made any gathering more interesting and fun). I appreciated John managing to start up duplicate bridge as the primary cards for a while.
John visited me twice in later years, and I am most thankful he was able to visit me and my family in South Dakota in May 2018. It was during this visit that I really saw how generous he was, helping all around him as much as he could. I had asked if he could give a talk on the South Pole to the physics department. He did such a good job that an undergraduate walked with us afterwards, telling John he wanted to figure out how to get a job there and bombarding him with questions for advice. John answered all the questions and sent him additional resources afterwards by email.
I also had mistakenly double-booked a meeting with a vendor from Swagelok Kansas City the same day. John immediately hit it off with the vendor (who had a tie to Bill James' Kansas City sabermetrics days), and I think he made the vendor's year by agreeing to bring some swagelok "swag" to the South Pole when he went back.
I will miss him, and I will value the tie-dye Antarctica shirt he gave me years ago that much the more, as it helps stir up memories of him each time I see it. less
John, later Johann, was a beloved God son who leaves a huge void in my life. I knew him when he was growing up, but knew him much better in his adult life. I think I was a failure in the usual, perhaps antique, understanding of being a God parent. ... moreJohn, later Johann, was a beloved God son who leaves a huge void in my life. I knew him when he was growing up, but knew him much better in his adult life. I think I was a failure in the usual, perhaps antique, understanding of being a God parent. John had his own unique, spirituality from which all who knew him benefitted enormously. I was one of the recipients of his "generograms" and learned a great deal about the South Pole from them and from the photos he so generously shared.
More significantly in the life we shared were his visits every time he returned to Pennsylvania. No matter how short a time here or how many others he wanted to visit, he always made time to visit Dan and me. After Dan's death, he continued to visit, often riding his bike from Mechanicsburg and back. He was always curious about our lives and we reveled in his tales of life at the South Pole.
Because he knew that I collected beach glass, after at brief stop in Iceland on his way back from Greenland, he brought back some very large beach glass that he had found among the rocks on the beach to share with me.
John will always occupy his own special place in my heart. Joan Bechtel less
In 1983 John had the dorm room next to mine at Wesleyan. We mostly talked in the late evenings when he returned from the school’s telescopes. I have never met someone so pragmatic, intelligent, and blunt, who was also so quirky and funny. Over the... moreIn 1983 John had the dorm room next to mine at Wesleyan. We mostly talked in the late evenings when he returned from the school’s telescopes. I have never met someone so pragmatic, intelligent, and blunt, who was also so quirky and funny. Over the years he visited me and my family in our Seattle suburb home, I enjoyed the passionate way he shared photos and stories with the kids, long talks on hikes in nearby mountains, and his commentary when we went to a baseball game together. It is still difficult for me to realize that I will not see him again or even get another email from him, but I am truly thankful that he was able to manage his life the way he wanted. I knew that I was one of many of his friends, but the relationship always felt special and personal, and judging from the all the comments here, I know that was part of what made him special to so many people. To those who helped John navigate the difficult treatments and the end of his life, thank you for the courage, generosity, and compassion. less
Like all of Johan's friends, I have so many fond memories of visits and conversations with him during our 25yrs of friendship. I met Johan during my first winter at Palmer Station in 1997. He was finishing up the summer season as I was starting my... moreLike all of Johan's friends, I have so many fond memories of visits and conversations with him during our 25yrs of friendship. I met Johan during my first winter at Palmer Station in 1997. He was finishing up the summer season as I was starting my winter. His name was “iconic” in the Antarctic Program and we both laughed and hugged when first meeting as we had heard each other’s names for so many years (primarily from our mutual friends Ann Peoples and Joanne Keys). One of my fond memories of him was during that initial 1wk-overlap at Palmer. He was into this "heart strengthening" thing and part of that was increasing his wading-time in the freezing cold water that surrounded Palmer Station. So, one evening he handed me his watch and asked me to time him as he walked out and waded in the water (wearing only swim trunks). He was in that freezing cold water for 4-1/2 minutes!! CRAZY!! Part of his "fondness" for freezing cold water also sparked him to jump off the Palmer pier as a "salute and celebration" of every icebreaker's departure from the station. Which, of course, I had to personally do to honor him the day he pulled away from the pier and headed back to Punta Arenas.
Throughout the years of Johan's and my friendship he always made time to see me as he would transit through McMurdo going to/from South Pole. He would email me in advance with a list of names of others he would enjoy seeing face-to-face to ask if they would be at McMurdo when he passed through. He would arrive from Pole having just finished a year, and I could see his end-of-season fatigue besides the fact that he was a nightshift worker and had obviously been awake for close to 24hrs. I would offer him my dorm room to go nap while I was at work, but no, he took that time to see as many friends as possible, saying that he'd sleep once he got to Christchurch. That was Johan...he never missed an opportunity to nurture a friendship.
So, meeting Johan at Palmer Station in 1997 was my first encounter with him...and my last was the last week of Jan 2021 when he came to stay with me in Henderson/Vegas, NV for 5 days. He was on an extensive road trip which was prior to his symptoms and diagnosis. Every day he rode his bike at least 30-40 mi...and yes, would go over his Strava results with me upon returning to the house. I wasn't even familiar with Strava, but there was no hesitation for him to give me a quick tutorial. Other mutual old ice friends (Jon and Janice Martin, Pole winters) knew that Johan was visiting and they were keen to see him too. They drove almost 4hrs rndtrip to be able to see him during his Henderson stay...which simply is a testament to how much Johan's friends loved spending time with him and appreciated how much Johan nurtured his endless number of friendships.
During that Henderson visit, I happen to be going through a recent relationship break-up. I didn't hesitate to share my heart-and-head space with Johan as I knew he was interested in everything going on in my life. I've never forgotten him saying "well, I'm no expert in this field, and would say I truly don't have any experience in the romance department, but here's my thoughts on your situation." That was Johan!! Although he couldn't exactly put himself in my shoes, he wanted to try and help me feel better...maybe a li'l bit of problem-solving for him, but it was a total show of his compassionate, caring, and supportive person. Very endearing.
During Johan's visit he gave my bike a full tune-up...including repairing two flat tires. The afternoon before his visit ended, we took a bike ride together up a steep mountain road in my neighborhood. There I was sucking air and he was riding next to me talking the entire time. It was so funny for me to think that I had a certain level of good fitness, but then to be on that ride with Johan proved he had a heart and stamina like no one else I know!!
I know I am only one of hundreds of friends that Johan kept in touch with. I am only one of endless people whose life has been truly enhanced because of his friendship. And like all of those other friends, I am incredibly grateful to have called him my friend, and I miss him terribly. less
Johan (John when you arrived on the Ice, but we moved that right along ;), eh?) - you touched so many people in loving and profound ways. I so very much enjoyed our time at Palmer Station in the 90s and your unique perspective on the world and your... moreJohan (John when you arrived on the Ice, but we moved that right along ;), eh?) - you touched so many people in loving and profound ways. I so very much enjoyed our time at Palmer Station in the 90s and your unique perspective on the world and your smile that would come when you'd get onto topics of intense interest and joy to you. The world is diminished by your leaving it, but the immensity of the love and affection and deep respect so many have for you is lovely to see and so well-deserved. I'm so glad that you controlled your destiny right to the end. less
What a beautiful collection this is – thanks so much for this place to remember and celebrate Johan! While I feel certain there have been, and will be, many smaller gatherings in remembrance, I remarked to a friend who I was sharing my grief with that... moreWhat a beautiful collection this is – thanks so much for this place to remember and celebrate Johan! While I feel certain there have been, and will be, many smaller gatherings in remembrance, I remarked to a friend who I was sharing my grief with that “having an in-person gathering would mean inviting Johan's 400+ closest friends!” This site sure reinforces that thought – what an amazing person who touched so many lives.
I knew Johan from the Antarctic program in the 90's. I don't remember the time and place I met him, only that it feels like he was always there and that I had always known him. And any visit, though there were only a few here in New Mexico, felt like the last one had been just a week before.
On the ice he was reliable, accurate and a great community member. As winter station manager in '96 I was a little taken aback the first time I saw him dive into the ocean after the ship left the station. He was the only one doing that back then, and casually swam around for a bit before getting out of the water. And when he let me know he'd be fasting several days and assured me he would be fine, it wasn't all that surprising that he did indeed know his body as well as his mind!
So many descriptors come to mind – kind, generous, brilliant, precise, passionate & caring teacher and also perpetual student, playful, curious, athletic and determined. So much more than most of us are able to embody in a lifetime. I most fondly picture him laughing, with his baseball cap tipped back just so. less
John was a student in my computer science classes at Wesleyan, and he was teaching apprentice twice for one of my advanced courses (an unusual dispensation for an unusual student!).
We kept in touch after graduation, and he visited us in Bozeman, San... moreJohn was a student in my computer science classes at Wesleyan, and he was teaching apprentice twice for one of my advanced courses (an unusual dispensation for an unusual student!).
We kept in touch after graduation, and he visited us in Bozeman, San Diego, Vermont, and again in Bozeman over the last 36 years or so. We looked forward to his occasion visits: he was so tremendously smart but at the same time funny and congenial. Our visits were always both fun and intellectually stimulating.
Seeing that my wife, Karen, collected pins from the national parks we visited (our refrigerator was/is covered!), he brought her a South Pole pin. So thoughtful.
We thought of a story that really does describe him: John stayed with us one summer at our first home in Bozeman, some time between 1996 and 2000. He stayed a night, then went hiking a couple of days in Yellowstone. He seemed to have had a great time. When he came back, we asked “did you see anyone on the trail”, and he answered “yes a couple of times, but I ducked off the trail before they could see me.” He liked his solitude.
The dichotomy we never understood was that he went so far out of his way to keep in touch with so many people — including us — yet seemed to really relish his solitary times. We were blessed to have known him and that he continued to be part of our lives. The world is a poorer place without John. less
I don’t remember exactly when John and I became friends, but my mother tells me it was sometime in 1968, when I moved to Carlisle, PA and my family met John’s family either at St. John’s Episcopal Church or at some Dickinson College event (since we... moreI don’t remember exactly when John and I became friends, but my mother tells me it was sometime in 1968, when I moved to Carlisle, PA and my family met John’s family either at St. John’s Episcopal Church or at some Dickinson College event (since we were both prof’s kids). We were both 3 years old. We remained friends for the next 54 years.
Many of the posts here are about the South Pole John or “Johan”. I’d like to tell you a bit about my memories of John before Johan.
John was the guy who walked to the beat of his own drum and was so whip-smart he was able to get away with it, even in a town where being smart normally meant you were going to get beat on, on a regular basis. But John wasn’t just smart he was also a pretty good athlete, had an encyclopaedic knowledge of most sporting pursuits but particularly baseball, and didn’t mind challenging authority.
In those early years, John convinced me to be a Red Sox fan, he regularly whipped me (and many others) at table tennis in the basement of his childhood home on College Street or at the Carlisle Rec Table Tennis Club, we spent countless evenings playing Dungeons and Dragons (with Bill Aarhus and others who have also posted) and games of Hearts during every school lunch period, we engaged in early political rebellion (as founding members of SLUG – the Socialist League of Urban Guerillas – great name but not that much action) and the ABH where we ran a slate of candidates against the “cool” kids for high school council on a number of occasions (in our last try, John ran for class president and was narrowly defeated by the captain of the football team), and we shut down the computer system at Dickinson College whenever the college students were annoying us (credit John for teaching all of us how to run a program which would slow the system down at our whim). On the humorous side, I recall a grade 11 English Class when John and I had a “group” assignment which was to describe the reaction of a person who had slept through a nuclear holocaust only to wake up to an obliterated world. We had to read the essay to the class. As others have mentioned, John was never much for spending too much time on schoolwork. Our one-word essay (“Shiiiiiit!!”) surprisingly did not land us in the principle’s office and I’m pretty sure John still got an “A” in the class.
And John remained a steadfast friend after we both moved away from Carlisle, with me ending up on the other side of the continent in Vancouver and John ending up in the South Pole. He not only remained my friend, but became a good friend of my wife Wendy and each of our children. John always took the time to come up to Vancouver on his annual/bi-annual treks to the West Coast. On his numerous visits to Vancouver, he would take an interest in what each of our children was doing, and similar to what some other friends have posted on this site, went to their classes and did “show and tell” talks about the South Pole and penguins in particular. He was always ready for a debate about something and even when our children were young, he would engage with them on any topic as an equal. (I laughed when I read another friend of John’s say that their child’s first words were not “John” but “JohnBooth”. That is exactly how my children refer to John to this day.) John had a way in which he could impart his impressive knowledge about a subject but always make it seem as if he was learning from whomever it was with whom he was engaging. Latterly, John was determined to set Strava records for various biking segments throughout Vancouver.
I knew that John had made his way up to Washington and that the end was near, although I did not know it would be so soon. On the day that John died, Wendy and I were in Glacier Bay Alaska. As we looked at the glaciers we both commented that John would love the view. We will miss your visits good friend. less
I had the pleasure of sharing a winter at the South Pole in 2016 with Johan. Going to Antarctica was always a childhood dream for me - the adventure, the science, the starkness. I remember first hearing about Johan, and fellow winter-over veteran Robert... moreI had the pleasure of sharing a winter at the South Pole in 2016 with Johan. Going to Antarctica was always a childhood dream for me - the adventure, the science, the starkness. I remember first hearing about Johan, and fellow winter-over veteran Robert at our team training. It was with a bit of trepidation that I wondered what Johan and Robert would be like. They both were fantastic members of the community, and I relished learning about the science from Johan. I kept a blog that at times tried to deep dive into the different science projects that occurred down there. Johan would kindly explain to me how the science worked, and then proof read for accuracy my posts. We couldn't have the science being mis-represented!
I was the base doctor there, and whilst there studied for a set of my Intensive Care exams. That involved learning about how the equipment in an ICU works, including the humble pulse oximeter. Johan, always being one that was interested in others regularly enquired what I'd been studying that week. When I started to explain the Beer-Lambert law of absorbtion of light (which in a pulse oximeter, uses different wavelengths of light which is differentially absorbed my oxygenated and non-oxygenated blood, thus deriving oxygen saturations), he excited shut me off and told me he knows all that, as that was exactly how the Dobson Spectrophotometer worked, instead measuring different wavelengths of light's absorbtion by the ozone in the atmosphere, thus deriving the concentration. From memory that night we had planned for me to join him doing a set of measurements. It was a great intersection of our respective fields.
I really appreciated the quality of conversation with Johan over those long winter months. He always added great value to any galley discussion, and I was glad to be on the same political wavelength as him, as he was a convincing debater. His cyniscism for elements of program management were refreshing. A real way to get him going was to discuss how much the program spent on a consultancy firm to get the colour matching of the tiling on the stairwells right, and not upset the chakras of the station.
He enriched station life greatly, with his regularly organised volleyball and badminton matches, invites to people out for a balloon launch (and pre-fluffing as mentioned below!) and insight in to what makes a good season and what doesn't.
I moved to Christchurch 18 months ago, and was hoping to see Johan when he passed through, if he decided to come out of retirement for one last winter. It was with sadness that I heard of his diagnosis, but was heartened by the strength that he took it with, along with its associated prognosis. I have really appreciated being one of the lucky recipients of his emails in recent years, and appreciated all the replies to news, along with tidbits of information or wisdom along the way. Little did I know that we'd named our newborn son (Wallace George) almost after a controversial former Alabama governor!
I'm not suprised that Johan never mentioned there was a mountain named after him. He wasn't one to boast. I was pleased to see that Mount Booth stands near the Wright Dry Valley, which although is not named after any of my ancesters, our names will be close in geographic proximity for eternity.
Condolences to Johan's family, and many thanks to David for setting up this way to remember a great man and loyal friend.
Photo: Me doing a dobson measurement, until Johan's close supervision less
I first knew John when he was the legendary telescope operator (TO) at Kitt Peak. He was simplest the best TO I'd ever worked with: extremely smart, competent, and funny. I once was scheduled for 23 nights in a row, and John was operating the 2-meter... moreI first knew John when he was the legendary telescope operator (TO) at Kitt Peak. He was simplest the best TO I'd ever worked with: extremely smart, competent, and funny. I once was scheduled for 23 nights in a row, and John was operating the 2-meter for most of that, and I asked him if he would mind covering several of the nights for me to give me a break. He was delighted. While doing that, he noticed that one of the traditional standard stars everyone used, BD+28deg4211, was actually a double. No one had ever noticed this before, and it led to a lot of consternation in the community. Many years later he showed up unexpectedly at our house in Flagstaff, and entertained us and our 6-yr old daughter with tales and pictures of Antartica and the South Pole. John was a delight to know, and I wish I had known him better. less
John and I were classmates beginning in grade school until he left for Wesleyan. I unearthed this picture of John from our 5th grade class picture...I feel like this is a bit of a "cool dish served" since I also found what he wrote in my high school... moreJohn and I were classmates beginning in grade school until he left for Wesleyan. I unearthed this picture of John from our 5th grade class picture...I feel like this is a bit of a "cool dish served" since I also found what he wrote in my high school yearbook....so John, wherever you are.. this is payback for that entry. 🙂
I can attest to his equal opportunity thinking and tolerance even back then through his invitation for me to join bridge nights at his house. Although it could have been strategic to have a built in "dummy"-- truth be told, it never felt that way.
Our written correspondence began when he went off to Wesleyan via letters (eek, paper) and it made the technology leap somewhere along the way. It was an irreverent and inconsistent communication but it lasted for four decades. On reflection, that is a very long time...and I will miss it and him.
I am so amazed at John's gift to create so many meaningful and long lasting connections... truly a life well lived. less
I first met Johan in 2006, prior to his deployment to South Pole for the winter-over NOAA operations and launching our group’s balloon ozonesondes. Much of the success of the NOAA South Pole balloon ozonesonde record and monitoring the yearly ozone... moreI first met Johan in 2006, prior to his deployment to South Pole for the winter-over NOAA operations and launching our group’s balloon ozonesondes. Much of the success of the NOAA South Pole balloon ozonesonde record and monitoring the yearly ozone hole is due to Johan and his scientific knowledge, being able to quickly understand instruments, amazing troubleshooting skills, and being passionate to do whatever was needed to get good data. Johan loved good data. One example was in 2006, when the yearly supply of new plastic film balloons (folded and boxed) had sticking issues. It only took one early-burst balloon for Johan to determine that the balloon film must have been slightly too humid when packed by the manufacturer in the U.S. thus restricting the helium gas from fully expanding in the balloon on ascent to reach the critical stratospheric heights. Johan’s solution was a pre-conditioning process that he called “Fluffing” the plastic balloons. This required carefully pushing a small bubble of helium gas through the 30-foot long plastic film balloon to manually pull apart the stuck film layers. Though relieved, we were a bit concerned about the extra workload due to this tedious time-consuming process. (I saved Johan’s reply): “Another acceptable, if not stellar, flight with a fluffed balloon. I presumed that your suggestion not to fluff the balloon was not a prohibition but rather a concern that we not be spending too much time on that: we have plenty of time, so we fluffed it anyway. It had quite a few sticky spots in the middle area, so I'm glad we did, as a burst at 20km would have been a sore disappointment.”
The global ozonesonde community has benefited greatly from Johan and his work. I will miss Johan. less
“Pamela and I occasionally coincided with John’s home visits to Harry and Ann in Carlisle, PA. One incident stands out in our memory. Pamela was near tears with a new phone. John was asked for help and his explanations and experience were given with... more“Pamela and I occasionally coincided with John’s home visits to Harry and Ann in Carlisle, PA. One incident stands out in our memory. Pamela was near tears with a new phone. John was asked for help and his explanations and experience were given with such gentleness and easy intelligibility that she was soon smiling again.
What a fine mentor. We too will miss him — a true original. Our hearts go out to Harry and Ann, his family and his many many friends."
Johan, I feel very privileged knowing you, and still having had personal email communication while your health had been declining. Your attitude to life and to science has been outstanding. I don't know anyone like you, and I am grateful for the times we... moreJohan, I feel very privileged knowing you, and still having had personal email communication while your health had been declining. Your attitude to life and to science has been outstanding. I don't know anyone like you, and I am grateful for the times we could meet in person, and for the many conversations over so many years.
As Jo mentioned, we met Johan in 1999 at Gary's Le Bons Bay backpacker on NZ's Banks Peninsula. Johan had just arrived from Antarctica, and he only dared to stay a few minutes at a time in the sun, having absolutely pale white skin. Johan visited me and my family in Nelson, NZ, many years later.
My understanding of Antarctica and South Pole would be much more opaque without your many reports from there, Johan. You have opened another world for me. less
I first met Johan in 1993 at Palmer Station and have been grateful for his long-lasting friendship ever since. His perspectives, intellect and insights were so delightfully packaged with that remarkable wit! He certainly was family to us; we were honored... moreI first met Johan in 1993 at Palmer Station and have been grateful for his long-lasting friendship ever since. His perspectives, intellect and insights were so delightfully packaged with that remarkable wit! He certainly was family to us; we were honored to often be on his week-long-stay list as he traversed the US between stints on the Ice. It was such a gift to have him stay with us twice this spring, with so many spirited discussions about science, politics, life & death, memories and of course baseball.
On one of his stays with us, he was watching TV (you guessed it; baseball) in the loft above our dining room where my husband was on a speaker phone helping our daughter with the physics and math related to an physical chemistry problem for her university class. Johan couldn't stand it...we suddenly heard a sheepish voice above us gently correcting one thing about integrals being discussed. He spent the next two hours on the phone with my husband and daughter collaboratively & enthusiastically working through it together with them; science & math...the only things he loved more than baseball!
I took this photo of him and actually got permission YEARS ago to use it but only for solstice correspondence/celebrations. In his last visit with us in April, he granted permission for me to use it whenever after he's gone: "Sure...I won't know."
We miss that dear man. The world lost a great mind and a great guy; he was a genuine gift and his clarity & insights will continue to be a gift to us for years to come. less
I met Johan in 1991. I had just started working as the hiring manager for the Science Technicians in Antarctica. I had previously wintered over as a Science Technician in 1988-89. I had an idea what it took to do the technical aspects of the job and what... moreI met Johan in 1991. I had just started working as the hiring manager for the Science Technicians in Antarctica. I had previously wintered over as a Science Technician in 1988-89. I had an idea what it took to do the technical aspects of the job and what it took mentally to spend a year in near isolation. Due to my start date in the office in Denver, the South Pole Science Tech positions for that year were already filled prior to my arrival on the scene. Unknown to me, Johan had applied for the position and was talking with other individuals, but had not been told he was not being considered for the South Pole positions. In Johan's first interaction with me, I had to tell him the positions had already been filled. To say the least, Johan was very disappointed. He had a right to be. He was more than qualified. Unfortunately, he let his disappointment show during our phone call. That, combined with a line on his resume indicating something to the effect of "strong, persuasive arguer" gave me pause to hire him and place him in an environment I felt required a cool head and not an argumentative disposition. But, as I said, he was more than qualified to handle the technical aspects of the role. I made a deal with Johan. I offered him a Science Tech position at Palmer Station where it is easy to get a person off the ice throughout the year. I told him if that went well I would send him to South Pole at the next possible hiring cycle. To my great benefit, he accepted the offer. Johan remains to this day the best hiring decision I ever made.
I left the Antarctic program in 1995. After that, I always enjoyed receiving emails from Johan and hearing stories from his time down on the ice. He was a really good writer and obviously took great care in what he conveyed to his large audience. What a gift he was to all of us who knew him. less
When I was in Boulder preparing to start working at the American Samoa atmospheric observatory, I remember meeting Johan in person for the first time. Seated with me at a table, Johan was sketching diagrams to illustrate how the Dobson Spectrophotometer... moreWhen I was in Boulder preparing to start working at the American Samoa atmospheric observatory, I remember meeting Johan in person for the first time. Seated with me at a table, Johan was sketching diagrams to illustrate how the Dobson Spectrophotometer works. He knew I’d be operating the instrument very often in my new position.
I was surprised that what I had wrongly judged as a somewhat clunky and archaic instrument had such an enthusiastic follower and devotee in Johan. As our conversation stretched out, it became clear to me that Johan cared deeply about the scientific integrity and accuracy of not only Dobson measurements, but also ozonesonde flights, and all other forms of data composing NOAA’s atmospheric baseline monitoring program. This left a deep impression on me that I strove to live up to while serving NOAA at the American Samoa observatory.
Later on, when I decided to withdraw my commitment to overwintering at Pole, Johan reached out to me . I was a bit reluctant to talk with him because I felt some shame about my decision and I thought he be might be disappointed in me. In fact his response to me was compassionate, encouraging, and caring. He of course reminded me that he didn’t get to Antarctica on his first try either.
I wish I had known Johan longer. He was a great inspiration to me. less
Thank you so much David for setting this up! I am reading, sobbing, and soaking in every word posted. I recognize so many of you from John's stories about his Pole friends!!!! And hello Mr. Cook, you were my great math teacher many years ago. :) I was so... moreThank you so much David for setting this up! I am reading, sobbing, and soaking in every word posted. I recognize so many of you from John's stories about his Pole friends!!!! And hello Mr. Cook, you were my great math teacher many years ago. :) I was so lucky and so enriched to have John the brother I always wanted and got to have in my life as long as he was. I would like to thank those who assisted John in his final days particularly. He trusted you, loved you, and you were there for him in he most important of ways. I can't believe he is gone. John, are you flying in the stars now, shining as brightly there as you did here on earth? Feel our love from here dear, and our appreciation for your life so well lived.
I have just returned from driving the interstates to see family as John did so many times. It was all I could think to do to honor the connection he brought between us. Many years ago, when I lived in Madison Wisconsin, John called me from Chicago, could he spend the night as he was driving cross country. He was on his way to Minnesota or somewhere, to give a presentation and wanted to sleep for the night. I was young then and having a roaring party but I said sure, stop here. He arrived to find a keg, drunk bikers, and all types of people in varying stages of the nights influence. "Great, an audience!" he exclaimed, and proceeded to set up his slide projector (that should give you an idea of the year) and practice his presentation. Most of the people there had never seen or heard the things he spoke of. His presentation was about the atmosphere, weather patterns, and all sorts of wonderful and specific ways to measure and define these things. I will never forget the fascination as he captivated the room. Patiently, he took questions and answered everyone in detail, explaining in his gifted nonjudgmental way until everyone was following along enraptured with the science. As always, john and I stayed up most of the rest of the night talking and eating pie, he sacrificing the sleep he needed and me loving every moment.
Many years later, when my nurse coworkers at the hospital did not believe my story that I had a houseguest who worked at the South Pole, John would have none of it. He told me to defend myself and insist it was true. They literally did not believe me, called me histrionic and all sorts of things. So, John sent me a photo as proof which I have enclosed here. One of the nurses still did not believe me until she Googled a picture of the geographic south pole to verify my photo!!! She did eventually apologize! What a great brother. He was there for me in the best of ways, and taught me so many wonderful things. Thank you John, for helping me get through nursing school, for walking me down the steps of the chapel carrying my spare shoes should my heels fail me, and for being the one who I could always depend on. I love you forever! Sincerely, Leslie Rankin RN less
I had the privilege to spend the winter of 2000 at Palmer Station with Johan. A one-of-a-kind person that as others have said, made this a much better world.
I had a look for photos from that winter and found a few I thought others might like to... moreI had the privilege to spend the winter of 2000 at Palmer Station with Johan. A one-of-a-kind person that as others have said, made this a much better world.
I had a look for photos from that winter and found a few I thought others might like to see. I did not take them. I know Zee Evans took many photos from that winter.
I think the first one might be the gold medal he won for the Bamboo Toss. The Olympics were being held in Australia that winter so we had our own version. The second photo is of Johan tossing said bamboo pole. And the third is of Johan leading us to the mid-winter polar plunge.
Johan probably would roll eyes to this......you were of stardust and to the stars you return. less
John (Johan) was a year ahead of me at Wesleyan and he quickly joined our close knit group of friends my freshman year. John introduced us to the magic of the universe by inviting us to view the stars with him at the telescope near our dorm. We spent... moreJohn (Johan) was a year ahead of me at Wesleyan and he quickly joined our close knit group of friends my freshman year. John introduced us to the magic of the universe by inviting us to view the stars with him at the telescope near our dorm. We spent many late nights in awe of the immense beyond...and in awe of John's ability to make astronomy accessible to us. Even when we teased him about being an astrology major, he knew it was out of love and admiration. Now I live in Santa Fe, New Mexico where the sky is vast and I am closer to the stars...and on nights with astral events, I will think of John and smile. less
John was not only brilliant, he was down to earth and fun to hike, bike, or throw the softball with. I will miss his smile, conversations, and visits while traveling around the country.
He once stopped at my parents house in Ct. They were watching... moreJohn was not only brilliant, he was down to earth and fun to hike, bike, or throw the softball with. I will miss his smile, conversations, and visits while traveling around the country.
He once stopped at my parents house in Ct. They were watching Jeopardy and they were amazed at how many of the answers John knew. He will be missed. less
My wife Kacy and I wintered with John at the South Pole in the winter of 1994/95. I shared an office with him during the winter months, and despite he being a Red Sox fan and me liking the Yankees, we became good friends. I remember one time making... moreMy wife Kacy and I wintered with John at the South Pole in the winter of 1994/95. I shared an office with him during the winter months, and despite he being a Red Sox fan and me liking the Yankees, we became good friends. I remember one time making the comment that Whitey Ford was a better pitcher than Roger Clements. He rattled off fact after fact to disprove my statement. less
It has been wonderful to read through these stories from Johan's vast friend group. Many thanks to David for creating this opportunity.
Louise and I convinced Johan (after much deliberation) to join us for some hiking and camping in and around Chile's... moreIt has been wonderful to read through these stories from Johan's vast friend group. Many thanks to David for creating this opportunity.
Louise and I convinced Johan (after much deliberation) to join us for some hiking and camping in and around Chile's Torres del Paine Nat'l Park after a Palmer season. His one caveat for joining us was, "I will make no decisions. I'm just along for the ride." When we arrived in Torres though, we were greeted by a low pressure system, including a lot of snow and low hanging clouds. Johan patiently, and without "making the decision," talked about prevailing winds and how moisture builds up on the west side of a range, while the east side remains dry. He patiently, "suggested we consider," moving to the Argentine side of the range and spending the week there. Thank goodness we did. Rather than a week of trudging through the snow, we enjoyed a week of sunshine and clear hiking in and around Fitzroy.
When we arrived after a long drive, Johan was eager to get out of the car, stretch his legs, and get some exercise. He asked us to drop him off at one of the trailheads while we checked into the hostel. As he headed up the trail, Louise shouted, "Hey- you need some water. You don't have any water with you." Johan smiled and shouted back, "I've got an apple. There's lots of water in an apple."
We include three images from that trip. Everyone knows Johan's aversion to photos of himself. Look closely at the first picture and you'll find him. He has since said it is one of his favorites. He liked how the focus is on the magnificent scenery and how he just kind of blends in with the landscape. In the second image, he is (of course) the one flying in the air. And the third picture is one we will always treasure. His love of ice cream is well known and he was so giddy in this heladeria, he happily agreed to have his picture taken.
We will miss him dearly, beyond what words can express. less
I will miss Johan a lot. I have many good memories of wintering with him and catching up with him over the years in Antarctica. Here are just a few of those that popped into my head this evening.
When I first arrived at South Pole in the Summer of 2013,... moreI will miss Johan a lot. I have many good memories of wintering with him and catching up with him over the years in Antarctica. Here are just a few of those that popped into my head this evening.
When I first arrived at South Pole in the Summer of 2013, stories of the infamous Johan were already circling among the incoming 2014 Winter crew. Johan was not on station for the Summer season but was expected to arrive towards the end of Summer. During this time, a few of us had taken up watching Mad Men on Mondays at ARO. We were warned early on that this would not continue into the Winter once Johan arrived, and sure enough when the time came, ARO’s dual use as a place of science and a lounge was at an end. Johan took great pride in the work at ARO and held it to the highest standards as a research facility. We moved our weekly ritual to the B3 lounge for the Winter. We had run out of released episodes early in the Winter and moved on to other shows and events, but around mid-Winter, the final season of Mad Men was airing, and for the last episode, Johan kindly bent his rule for our request of one last Mad Men Monday at ARO.
Over the course of that Winter, I often ran into Johan in the galley at all sorts of odd hours, as we both kept irregular schedules that shifted over the Winter. It was always great to listen to his stories of Winters past. This continued during my second Winter in 2016. I’ll never forget our shared dislike of drive-in movies in the gym, revolving around the illogical logistics of it and the wear and tear it created on the station floors. Just a funny unpopular opinion that he and I enjoyed.
After my two Winters, I joined the program in a full-time role based in Denver, and deployed to Pole each Summer, where it was always great to catch up with Johan about his latest Winter experience. It was a highlight of arriving on station each season. My last time at Pole, I finally got around to having Johan teach me how to do an ozone column measurement with the Dobson at ARO. He showed me how to operate the instrument and let me take an official reading. I thought I did a pretty good job, keeping the voltage needles within the marks for a successful reading. Then Johan performed one right after me. It was like watching master artisan. He was an excellent teacher, who had the ability to tailor his approach to the individual.
During my most recent season in McMurdo in 2020, I got to spend quite a bit of time with Johan on his way North. The outgoing Winter-Overs had been trickling out of Pole that season due to no C-130 flights to Pole that year. During the time we spend at McMurdo I enjoyed playing pickleball with him. Johan had quite the reputation as a ping pong player as well and would always attract challengers when people knew he was passing through McMurdo. Watching him take on and thoroughly beat one of them in the 155 lounge was a sight to see!
We ended up being scheduled to head North on the same C-130 that season. I was trying to make it home before Christmas and unfortunately was bumped from that flight due to loadout restrictions. Johan asked if I wanted his seat, that he didn’t mind unwinding in McMurdo a bit longer before heading North. I told him I couldn’t do that, and even if I did want to, the manifest didn’t really work that way. Its not really up to individuals to trade their seat for a designated person, it just follows the priority list. Johan would have none of that! He marched straight down to the office of whoever was responsible for the grantee seats and demanded his seat go to me if he gave it up. I was very thankful, but as it turned out, they rearranged some cargo and everyone got to fly out. Johan and I were both heading back to Denver. The last time I saw him was Christmas Eve, 2020, where we hugged and parted ways at the arrivals pickup area. less
I met Johan while working at Le Bons Bay in New Zealand for Garry almost 20 years ago. I remember all of the guests from all over the world sitting around the table, all fascinated with everything that Johan told us about. During his week or so there,... moreI met Johan while working at Le Bons Bay in New Zealand for Garry almost 20 years ago. I remember all of the guests from all over the world sitting around the table, all fascinated with everything that Johan told us about. During his week or so there, he connected with everyone there. Part of my job included showing new guests to the dorm where new guests arrived. Johan and I joked that he was part of the tour since he was often sleeping because of his freecycle sleeping from his South Pole routine. I always looked forward to Johan’s emails over the years. Every time I heard about Antarctica I felt connected to it and excited about the science there. I teach 10 and 11 year olds, and they also get to hear some of the things I learned from Johan over the years through the email list . It’s really amazing to read through all of these memories and the impact that Johan had on so many people that he had contact with. He left an amazing legacy in the passion that so many of us feel about Antarctica after contact with him. less
I had heard about Johan for years from some friends who were with him in Palmer in 04-05 and then traveled together to Patagonia. He sounded like an interesting human but I didn't think we would ever meet. Then, there he was, at a friend's dinner party,... moreI had heard about Johan for years from some friends who were with him in Palmer in 04-05 and then traveled together to Patagonia. He sounded like an interesting human but I didn't think we would ever meet. Then, there he was, at a friend's dinner party, and I, a research wannabe at a monumental level, ended up at the dinner table next to him. Two hours and 1000 questions from me and 1000 answers from him later, I had made a new friend. When he would visit our mutual friends, he would often do a long bike ride and more than once he invited me along but I assured him that my riding (steady) and his riding (Tour de France level intensity) were not compatible. I wasn't wrong, but I do now wish I had taken a ride with him even if I would have been watching his back pedal away from me in a matter of minutes. I would have loved that memory. less
I was lucky enough to winter with Johan in 2016. I was the steward/dishwasher that year and Johan always made me feel like the work I was doing mattered. It was a hard job and the winter was long and I always appreciated how helpful he was in the dish... moreI was lucky enough to winter with Johan in 2016. I was the steward/dishwasher that year and Johan always made me feel like the work I was doing mattered. It was a hard job and the winter was long and I always appreciated how helpful he was in the dish pit and just how genuinely thankful he was for what I did. There are also few people on this planet who can rival his wit and conversation. Some of my favorite memories of the Pole are late night galley conversations with Johan. Throughout a few more deployments I was lucky enough to see him in passing several times and one year he even gave up his redeployment seat to Christchurch so my husband could make it home for Christmas. He was a stand up person and an icon of the Antarctic Program. He will be truly missed. less
This is a favorite Johan photo of mine from the end of the 2004 Palmer winter. Granted, there are not many to choose from, so that makes it an easier task. Johan was staying on a bit longer, but I was heading north on the LM Gould at the end of my... moreThis is a favorite Johan photo of mine from the end of the 2004 Palmer winter. Granted, there are not many to choose from, so that makes it an easier task. Johan was staying on a bit longer, but I was heading north on the LM Gould at the end of my season and he graciously tolerated a picture just before I boarded. Johan and I got to be good pals during that season. He was the Science Technician and I was the Winterover Lab Supervisor, which technically made me his supervisor. Given that he had far more experience with polar science than I did, I loved to say things like, “Well, I *am* your supervisor….”. The first time got a scowl and an eye roll, but after he figured out I was kidding, he would roll his eyes with a smile whenever I trotted out something like that.
I have a lot of great memories with him from that season, including some work stories. After the summer science groups left, Johan and I were The Science Department on station, so we would occasionally help one another with various tasks, most of them relatively easy but maybe just needed an extra set of hands. For some reason, we started referring them as “science emergencies”, which got “shortened” to “Sierra Echo”, making use of our radio alphabet. One night he came into the galley well after work hours with word of a Sierra Echo, that was actually far more “Echo-y” than other SEs. It was quite literally “a dark and stormy night”, and he had noticed that the VLF (I think) antenna was no longer transmitting data (or something like that) and he was worried that it had blown over. He was making some noises about hiking up the glacier to check it out. I have to say, I was quite warm and comfortable, but I also didn’t like the idea of anyone going out solo that night, so I asked if he would want some company for the trip. I quietly hoped he’d say, “No, I’ve got it,” but to my surprise, he actually said he *would* like some company. So we suited up, and I’d say I did a poor job of it. It was dark, as previously mentioned, and it was raining sideways. My recollection is of 60 kt winds…. while not impossible there, it’s possible I’m over-remembering. Nonetheless, sideways rain was coming at us so hard that it soaked through the leg zipper of my pants, and I ended up with water running down my legs and collecting in my boots. It was both hilarious and uncomfortable as we tromped, heads down, through the backyard and up the glacier, occasionally yelling to each other to be heard over the wind. I’m imaging such scintillating exchanges, such as, “IS THIS STUPID?!” “PROBABLY! SHOULD WE GO BACK?!” “WELL, WE’RE ALREADY OUT HERE!” And then we would have carried on. When we reached the antenna, we were relieved to find that it had *not* blown down (yay!), but in the moment could not discern what the problem was. At that point, Johan decided the rest could wait until daylight and/or better weather, so we blindly stumbled back down to the station. I’m pretty sure some hot cocoa ensued.
In retrospect, I’m not sure why this Sierra Echo couldn’t have waited until the following day. I mean, what the hell were we going to do about it that night anyway?! Rally our station mates to come up and heave ho on the guy wires? I think not. I’m guessing the data loss was eating at him enough that he wanted to know, so that he could start formulating a plan of some sort. And I’m glad for it because it was fun in that weird way that dumb, hard tasks can be after you’ve survived them. I now think of that “expedition" with great fondness. Still makes me laugh (and shake my head).
By the way, it was an electrical short in some box or another on the antenna…. maybe from the sideways rain… and he fixed it up in the following days. less
I first met Johan Nov 2019 while we were swapping places at pole. He was on his way out and I was on my way in for my first time at pole. He returned for that winter in 2020 and I am absolutely blessed that he did.
Johan was an amazing story teller... moreI first met Johan Nov 2019 while we were swapping places at pole. He was on his way out and I was on my way in for my first time at pole. He returned for that winter in 2020 and I am absolutely blessed that he did.
Johan was an amazing story teller with a hilariously dry wit, sarcasm, and just plain old humor in so many ways. He could tell stories every day of the 9 months of winter and still not run out. He also had this knack of remembering names and people like no one else. You could ask him who the network engineer (my role) for a certain year, the gears would turn, and out came a name and likely a good or bad, but always humorous, story.
He was so easy to spot out on the ice, because he would be in his jeans and a tattered balaclava with more patches over a longer lifespan than myself.
He was always quizzing me while working on the computer in the lab and giving me shit no matter what. Without him, winters will seem very different, he was a joy and a light even when there was drama.
It was always a joy to play some sport game with him and be absolutely crushed. No matter what he was willing to teach and I am sure it was because he was bored of us amateurs and wanted a challenge.
Thank you David for putting this together it was a thrill reading some of his life stories.
I added a photo of our 2020 winterover crew photo, he was willing to join in the photo and I am sure glad he did. He is top right, and I added a zoomed in crop of him with a baseball bat and that torn up balaclava. less