PLL’s New Home

Liam (r) prepares one of PLL’s 140-pound anchors for deployment. With him (l to r) are Cristian, Trey and Chris. Credit: XenoQuest Media

by Henry Bortman

The Planetary Lake Lander has been moored for the past week a short distance off the southern shore of Laguna Negra, near PLL Base Camp. Its proximity to camp enabled engineers to test its data-sampling and communications equipment. And to easily get out to the device to fix whatever annoying problems – miswired connections, transmission glitches – cropped up.

Now that the exciting world of the northwest shore has been explored and found to be a scientific wonderland, however, the time has come to relocate. A decision was made a couple of days ago to move PLL to a spot just off the northwest shore, where the waters of Victoria’s Cascade tumble into the lake, bringing with them nutrient-rich glacial sediments. This location will provide very different information than the crystal-clear, and nutrient-poor, waters near Base Camp.

Liam (standing) and Trey sail PLL toward the northwest finger of Laguna Negra. Credit: Chris Haberle

The spot chosen offered a finely tuned mix of characteristics. There was the glacial melt water, of course, fantastic for science. But there was also, conveniently, a pair of underwater landslides, discovered during Chris Haberle’s bathymetric survey of the area. That was good for anchoring PLL so it stays put for the next three months. And to top it off, the arc of the sun across the sky lined up nicely with PLL’s solar panels, so there will be no worry the scientific equipment will run short on power.

Yesterday, Trey and Liam, along with Chris and Cristian, spent the day preparing PLL for its journey to and installation in its new home. That meant, first, moving it from its temporary home to Launch Point, on the lake’s southwest shore. The advantage of working at Launch Point is that it’s the one spot along the lakeshore accessible by road.

The scientific and communications equipment had already been checked and double-checked. What remained to be done was outfitting PLL with new anchors. Two 140-pound anchors. These were too heavy to lift, so they had to be disassembled, carried onto the PLL’s pontoon in pieces, and then reassembled. While moored off the southern shore of the lake, PLL has been held in place by relatively lightweight anchors, but for it’s longer-term stay on the northwest shore, it needs to be anchored more securely.

The Planetary Lake Lander moored in its summer home off the northwest shore of Laguna Negra. In the lower left, the waters of Victoria’s Cascade. Credit: Chris Haberle

Assembling the anchors was only step one. Liam spent most of the day yesterday “flaking” the ropes attached to the anchors. This is not a problem the average person has to be concerned with, but when you’re floating on the surface of deep, hypothermia-inducing water, on a moderately unstable platform, and planning to drop overboard a pair of 140-pound anchors attached to very long ropes, it’s a good idea to prepare carefully.

You might think the best approach would be to coil the rope in a cute little circular pile. Turns out, that’s not the case. As you may have experienced with a garden hose, what appears to be neatly coiled, when pulled on, can suddenly become hopelessly tangled.

That’s not such a big problem when you’re dealing with a garden hose. But when you’re dealing with a long rope, with a 140-pound weight attached to one end, and when you are about to send that weight hurtling down through 45 meters of water, you want the rope to play out smoothly, not to snag on anything. Such as a piece of expensive equipment. Or someone’s ankle. Because whatever it snags on will (a) probably get broken; and (b) be dragged down into the deep with little hope of recovery.

So you flake the rope. Which means you stack it up in what looks like a random back-and-forth pile, but a pile that, crucially, is snag-resistant. And then you flake the other rope. And then you go back and flake the first rope again, just to be sure. And then the second rope, again. And a third time, to be really, really sure.

All this flaking was time well spent. Today, the PLL was sailed to its new location, the ropes were deployed without incident, and PLL was secured for its three-month stay in the northwest waters of Laguna Negra.

It was after that that the problem occurred. When PLL engineers pulled out their ruggedized, work-anywhere laptop to “talk” to the equipment onboard the lander, they couldn’t establish communication. That was confusing. And annoying. Here they were standing right next to the device they were trying to communicate with, a device they had communicated with successfully from the Robo Dome only the day before, and suddenly a communications link that had been working perfectly had gone awry.

Long story short: when the laptop had been in the Robo Dome, it had been attached to an external monitor. And the window for the software package that talked to PLL had been displayed on that external monitor. But out on the water, there was only the laptop. No external monitor. You’d think the software could figure that out and display the window in question on the laptop screen. But if you thought that, you’d be wrong. Instead, all it could do was issue a cryptic error message. Fortunately, once the team got back to the Robo Dome and reattached the external monitor, communication was re-established.

Now that everything’s working as it should, PLL is set to spend the next three months collecting data and transmitting it back to the IRG group at NASA Ames Research Center in Moffett Field, California. At that point, some members of the PLL team will retrieve the device and ship it back to Ames, where it will get upgraded with both new hardware and new software, before being brought back to Laguna Negra next summer.

The data that it sends back will form the basis for the development of the first version of PLL’s autonomous control software. Developing that autonomous software is the primary technology goal of the PLL ASTEP (Astrobiology Science and Technology for Exploring Planets) project. It’s not yet clear how “smart” the software will be in Year 2 of the project. Ultimately, the goal is to program PLL to make decisions on its own about what events are of scientific interest and about how best to study those events. But in Year 2, it may not implement autonomous decisions, but rather limit itself to performing the analysis that would lead to such decisions.

Dawn

The domes of PLL Base Camp, still in shadow, while across the lake Cerro Echaurren catches early morning light. Credit: Henry Bortman

by Henry Bortman

Most mornings I wake up around 5:30, when night is just beginning to fade into day. With the tent zipped shut for warmth, I hear dawn coming before I see it. It starts with a bird that sounds like a cross between a crow and a duck. Two short blasts. If I were writing a symphony of daybreak at Laguna Negra, I would score it with a coronet. It echoes off the mountains that surround the lake. This is always the first sound of the day. Two or three of these birds call back and forth to each other.

Soon after, other birds join in, a chorus of woodwind sounds – flute, piccolo, clarinet, each with a different song. Every morning starts this way: the coronet call, followed by the woodwinds. And every morning I consider getting up to watch the dawn; then change my mind and snuggle back down into my sleeping bag. I can always go out and see it tomorrow.

But today I get up, put on my warm clothes, unzip the tent, and step outside. The world is still, as if suspended for a moment between darkness and the return of light.

I head east, toward the hills of rock rubble one has to traverse to get the best view of Meson Alto, the high peak to the east of camp. This is the peak that glows pink, peach blush, dried cranberry, merlot at sunset. In the morning, it puts on a different show.

Meson Alto, with an assist from rare morning clouds, announces the imminent arrival of sunlight. Credit: Henry Bortman

I’m high up above Laguna Negra now. I can see the domes and tents of our campsite. No one else is awake yet. Lizards dart behind rocks. A rabbit hops across my path. Birds watch me approach, eyeing me suspiciously, flying off a short distance when I get too close. They’re still singing, but not as persistently as they were earlier.

I continue climbing, reaching the top of the ridge on the east side of camp. From here there is a better view of Meson Alto and the other mountains to its south, but if I want to see them in their full glory, I will have to cross a large boulder-strewn field to another ridge. There’s always another ridge.

From here I can see the vast extent of the boulder field, which stretches down to our campsite – in fact, we’re camped within it. The boulders are the terminal moraine of the glacier that carved out Laguna Negra. From up here on the ridge, I can sense the tremendous expanse of terrain covered by the glacier, thousands of years ago, as it scoured out the 300-foot-deep bowl that is now filled with water; I can hear the ancient glacier, grinding away at the rock, pushing boulders ahead of it in its path as it flows down from Cerro Echuarren, where what remains of the glacier sits today.

Cerro Echaurren is just beginning to be lit by sunlight now. It is nearly white light, with just a hint of yellow. Other peaks in the area block the sun from lighting up the scene with the deeper colors of early morning. I stop to sit on a rock and watch the light creep down the mountain, down onto the glacier, down toward the water.

It’s calm this morning, even more so than usual, but not perfectly calm. The lake is not a mirror. Rather, as the peaks light up, long shimmering streaks of reflected light stretch out from the base of the mountains across the lake toward me.

I sit cross-legged on a large, flat rock, straighten my spine, breathe. I get lost in the flickering light on the lake. I’m still in shadow, in the chill of night, because the sun has not yet risen above the rim of Meson Alto.

As the nearly full moon sets in the west, early light on Cerro Echaurren is reflected on the still water of Laguna Negra.

I get up, walk around a bit, searching for a path to the next ridge to the east, so that I can get a full view of Meson Alto, but I don’t see any way to get there without having to do a lot of boulder-hopping. Most places, there are paths between the boulders, but here I don’t see a way. I decide not to make the attempt. I’m by myself, and proceeding east would put me out of line of sight of the camp.

I feel mixed about not achieving this goal. It’s something I’ve been wanting to do since I got here. Other people have made the trek and come back, reporting on the incredible view. But not today.

I start to head back toward camp. Every couple of minutes I stop and look back at Meson Alto, to see if it has started its morning light show. It puts on two shows each day, one at sunset, when it glows, the other when the sun is about to crest each morning.

The morning show is beginning. A bright white line of light rims its jagged, slanting summit. Rays begin to shine through the ragged rim, upward and out to the sides. As the sun gets closer to cresting the rim, the rays shift and grow. Then, just before the edge of the sun appears, the rays contract and become fuzzier, less distinct.

The first bright flash of sun breaks through between two small jagged mountain teeth. Within a minute, the entire sun is above the rim of Meson Alto. The hillside where I’m standing on the trail is now flooded with light. The temperature shifts from chill to warm. I unzip my down jacket, take off my scarf and gloves.

I make my way down the hillside into camp, now full of activity. It’s eight o’clock. Breakfast is waiting.

Note: The photos below aren’t from the morning described above. I decided to watch dawn light up the landscape that morning without looking through a viewfinder. Here are some images from other days, when I was out with my camera.

Captain’s Log – Entry #4: Base Camp, This Is Echaurren Valley

by Nathalie Cabrol

In contrast to the arid south shore where PLL Base Camp is located, the northwest shore of Laguna Negra, just below the Echaurren glacier, has running streams and this cascade. Credit: Liam Pedersen

It has been taunting us for so many days now and the time has come to pay a visit to the Echaurren Valley. The work with the Lake Lander is proceeding as planned, helped by the presence of two engineers from YSI, Fred and Jim, who spent three days with us. The sonde is calibrated, and we have data. The webcam has been installed on the probe, which means that it is spying back on us in camp, sending us the first image of our domes. The biologists have collected and processed a large number of samples. The project is running as smoothly as possible, therefore I can grant myself a day of pure exploration.

Early Friday morning, I leave with Chris and Gordon (who wants to film us). After donning our Mustang suits, we get into the Zodiac. We are towing Margaritaville – that’s the name of our second boat, which is loaded with equipment. The boat’s name is inherited from the fact that its propeller speed would probably make it appropriate only to stir a Margarita. The lake is calm. Because we can only use an electric engine, the expected time to travel the ~ 4km that separate us from the northwest shore is about 45 minutes. That gives us plenty of time to admire the landscape, including the majestic glacial valley of Echaurren that enters Laguna Negra.

As we are nearing our landing site, we can see underwater caves to the east, and the roar of a cascade becomes more present each moment on the west side. I have the feeling of entering the “Lost World.” This feeling will become even more real as soon as we get to shore. What an amazing landscape. From the boat, we can see cascades flowing over thick moss, cutting the fractured and fragile volcanic rock. There are numerous dikes, caves, and strange erosion patterns. Even stranger though is the apparent lack of glacial erosion marks. The shape of the valley is evidence that the glacier came through here. Yet, its marks have faded away, possibly erased by the abundance of water that flows here, and post-glacial fill.

Our landing is tricky: on one side, there are too many macrophytes for our propeller, and on the other, too many large blocks for comfort. Finally Chris, who is piloting the boat, squeezes the Zodiac in between two blocks and we are on shore. There are large blocks everywhere, but this is not really what captures my attention most. From the satellite image and DEMs, I suspected that the ascent to the upper plateau would be “interesting.” I was right. In front of us, we have a wall about 100 m high, whose slope starts around 42-45 degrees. In the last third of the ascent, it turns into an almost 50-degree overhang. Going up is not so much of an issue. I am used to Andean volcanoes whose slopes are comparable. Here, you forget the notion of slope of equilibrium and you just focus on the goal, the summit. As we go up, we encounter lush cascades of fresh water pouring over thick moss. This is the best water I have drunk in a long time. Flowers of all kinds are arranged in a multi-colored carpet. This is simply amazing.

Nathalie Cabrol and Chris Haberle ascend the steep slope of the northwest shore. Credit: XenoQuest Media

We make it to the top. The valley floor is typical of glacial valleys. There are still morainic bars left and the valley floor is made of light-toned, very fine material. Finally, as we reach the opposite side of the promontory, I see the first block that clearly shows glacial striations. We have only a short hike to the top of a small hill. From there, we see it: Station Lake. I gave the lake this name when I was still at Ames looking at satellite images and trying to identify potential sites for the deployment of our experiments.  The bad news is that it lies about 100 m below us. The excellent news is that it is obviously a lake that is still very much connected with the Echaurren glacier. Its color is milky blue. From the moment I see it, I know that we are going to stay at Laguna Negra for the rest of the project.

Our concern with Laguna Negra was its great transparency. With Station Lake, we now have a complete system for our project: The Echaurren glacier, its downstream part composed of a debris-covered glacier, then a rock glacier, melt water coming from underneath the rock glacier base that channels into the valley. This water ponds into the 200-m large basin that forms Station Lake. The outlet flows downstream into another small basin, and then falls into Laguna Negra in the cascade we saw while arriving on the boat. The mixing between the waters from Station Lake and Laguna Negra is characterized by the same milky blue water over a relatively small area, and this water is rapidly diluted into the larger transparent lake.

A view looking down onto the milky, turquoise-blue Station Lake. Credit: Nathalie Cabrol

We decide to split up. Chris will go to the lake and leave the boxes containing the stream gauge experiment he will deploy on Sunday. Meanwhile, I will make my way to the base of the rock glacier about 30 minutes away and deeper into the Echaurren Valley. I want to collect water. A few days ago, we had a discussion with Ruben who studies the impact of deglaciation in the Alps. He told me that the water from the rock glaciers there is characterized by a high abundance of nickel, regardless of geological formation. Sampling here is therefore very important. If we were to find similar results, we could hypothesize that we are confronted to an issue of possibly global, rather than regional scale. As I move up the slope, the algae and vegetation in and around the stream look healthy, though. This is a contrast with what Ruben was showing on some of his slides. Hopefully, we won’t find any nickel anomaly here.

It is really a pity that our time is limited. We have to keep an eye on the weather. For the past three days, we had afternoon thunderstorms starting 4:00 pm and winds descending over the lake. We need to leave the northwest shore at 2:00 pm at the latest. I still cannot help it. I look on the ground, which is glittering with minerals reflecting the sun. There is an abundance of hematite, for sure. I have to move up. I reach the base of the rock glacier shortly before 1:00 pm. Water surges underneath the rocks in intricate ways. There are probably many underground channels below those rocks.

A loud rumbling freezes me. By reflex, I look up. This sound is not good news. There is an avalanche higher up. I am well protected where I am, so I wait. I contact Chris by radio. He heard it too. It is “wait and see” for a few seconds. I still have in mind this meter-sized boulder that came at me at day-break on the slope of Shasta 10 years ago in the Californian Cascades. I still can see it turning on its axis several times per second. I had to wait the last second to duck as it was tumbling down erratically on the slope. I have been really scared only a few times in my life, but that was one of them. So, I duck and wait. The sound dissipates. It is safe to continue. I have my samples and I know that I am running late. Chris is already at our meeting point on the promontory. I tell him to descend and prepare the boat. Clouds start to accumulate. The water samples make my backpack heavier, but overall, the way back to the promontory is short enough. Now, I am on the overhang valley, looking down 100 m to the landing where Chris and the boats are waiting. Going up a couple of hours before was not such a big deal despite the slope. Going down is suicidal.

I have to forget about the insane gradient and focus on where to put my feet. My poles have become an impediment so I keep them in one hand. The load in my backpack is pulling me backward. That’s not good news. This descent is simply dangerous, and I know what dangerous slope means. I had plenty of those on the volcanoes. This one is nasty between sheer rocks made slippery by the cascading water, the loose blocks, and the very fine material where rodents have made their burrows. It takes me almost 20 minutes and a few close calls to finally get to the boat. At this point, I am pretty much exhausted. Still, I am there in one piece and this is all that counts. Chris also had some adventures going down, sliding on slippery rocks. I tell him that there is no shame going down on our butt. It is always better than to go head first. On that, we agree.

We don our mustang suits and are back in the Zodiac. I cannot believe the size of the waves this lake can generate. We have a very rough departure from shore and for about 20 minutes, it seems that our little electric engine cannot do much against the wind and the waves, especially with Margaritaville in tow. We are being seriously splashed in the Zodiac. And then, as soon as we pass the promontory, things completely change. The lake is almost a mirror again and the water calms down.

Making our way to our camp landing, we are acquiring bathymetry. For now, our deepest point is close to 290 m. The bathymetric map is coming together. We still have a lot to cover, but for now, most importantly, we have documented the region where Planetary Lake Lander should be deployed. This data will help the engineers decide on a mooring point in an area of scientific significance for the project.

It takes us about an hour to reach “Base Camp Landing,” our landing area near camp. The rest of the crew is waiting for us on the small beach and helps us unload the boat. We have samples and photographs. The reconnaissance of the Echaurren Valley, and the discovery of the glacial sediment load in Station lake has helped us to reach a major decision for the project. We have everything we need in the Laguna Negra region to achieve our science objectives, and will stay here in the coming years. I am also thinking about moving camp from the south shore to the Echaurren valley next year. That will require yet another level of logistics, and most definitely a helicopter.

The mood is upbeat tonight at camp. After dinner, we discuss the plans for the last week at Laguna Negra. That includes the “need list” and the “wish list.” Considering our progress, I am confident that we will be able to complete our wish list as well. After dinner, I meet the engineers in the “Robo Dome.” We line up the science objectives, possible mooring points, and the bathymetry. After weighing the pros and cons of several locations, we come up with the operation site for Planetary Lake Lander and its twin sonde for the next three months. The transfer of PLL from Launch Point to its mooring position should happen tomorrow, and will mark a great achievement for this year’s deployment, as well as a phenomenal achievement on the part of the engineering team.

 

The Garden World of the Northwest Shore

The northwest “finger” of Laguna Negra can be seen near the center of this Goolge Earth image of the region. In the lower left, Laguna Lo Encañado is visible. Credit: Image ©2011 GeoEye/DigitalGlobe/Google; Data SIO/NOAA/U.S. Navy/NGA/GEBCO

by Henry Bortman

So far, our activities have focused on the waters along the southern shore of Laguna Negra, with occasional side trips to Laguna Lo Encañado to collect samples. But yesterday, for the first time, PLL team members Liam Pedersen and Chris Haberle struck out in the battery-powered Zodiac, Mariner 1, on a 40-minute, 4-kilometer journey to the northwest shore of the lake.

There, they discovered another world.

Laguna Negra is only 1.5 kilometers wide, but it is 6 kilometers long, the longer direction running north-south. The lake has two long “fingers” that stretch north, one to the northwest, the other to the northeast.

PLL Base Camp is situated at the center of the southern shore. The Echaurren glacier, however, sits high above the northwest finger. The team has been anxious to do research in this area, because it is where interaction between the glacier and the lake is likely to be greatest. That also makes it an ideal spot to consider as a summer home for the Planetary Lake Lander.

What a difference a few kilometers makes. Upon approaching the shoreline, the PLL advance team spotted underwater caves with denser vegetation than the scraggly assortment of plants along the southern shore. Then they saw the streams, lined with lush vegetation, and displays of wildflowers. And the massive waterfall, Victoria’s Cascade, named by the expedition that explored the area a century and a half ago.

Mariner 1 (the small red dot near the bottom center of the image) sets sail for Hangnail Cove, on the northwest shore of Laguna Negra, below the Echaurren glacier. Credit: Trey Smith)

Most importantly, though, from a scientific point of view, was the turbidity of the northwest water where the waterfall meets Laguna Negra. Most of the lake is crystal clear, which makes for lovely sightseeing, but an indication that the lake is nutrient-poor. As a result of global warming, the glacier in recent years has retreated to a great extent. There is no longer any direct contact between the glacier and the lake. And the water that spills down into the lake from the melting ice no longer carries much sediment. It is that sediment that makes lake waters cloudy. It is also that sediment that carries nutrients for life.

There is a small area on the northwest shore where this turbid water can be seen diffusing into the lake, but because it’s colder than the lake water, it quickly sinks to the bottom, mixing very little with the otherwise transparent lake.

Liam Pedersen, seated near the point where the thundering Victoria’s Cascade pours glacial water and sediment into Laguna Negra, conducts a promising test of communications between the lake’s northwest shore and PLL Base Camp on the south shore. Credit: Chris Haberle

It is just this interaction between the glacier and the lake, however, and the difference between this area, which can support a distinct ecosystem, and other parts of the lake, that makes it scientifically appealing – and a potential long-term site for the Planetary Lake Lander.

Fortunately, communications tests conducted between the northwest-shore landing site and PLL Base Camp were successful, making the prospect of situating the lake lander there for the summer even more promising.

Biology under Stormy Skies

Storm clouds that built up over Laguna Negra for several afternoons in a row sent the PLL team indoors. Credit: Henry Bortman

by Henry Bortman

The weather has taken a turn toward the dramatic. For the first few days we were here, the sky was practically cloudless all day long. Then for a couple of days, puffy white clouds would build up in the afternoon. But in the past couple of days, the afternoon sky has gone dark, we’ve heard thunder in the distance, and the peaks of the mountains that surround the lake have been obscured in mist.

And it snowed. Not down here in base camp. Here we got a half an hour or so of light rain. But up on Cerro Echaurren to the north and even more so on Meson Alto to the east, there are new dustings of white powder. That may not seem odd to those of you reading this in the northern hemisphere, where winter is approaching. But here below the Equator, we are only two weeks from the first day of summer.

Although some of us would prefer to sit on a rock overlooking the lake, listening to the wind and watching cloud formations roll through, the threat of thunderstorms has sent us scurrying to zip up the rain flies on our tents and has forced most of our activity indoors. It has also put a temporary halt to biological sampling on the lake.

Before the storms moved in, researchers collected samples and took measurements along the shore of Laguna Negra. Here Luis A. Rivas (l) monitors the temperature and other physico-chemical properties of the lake’s water. Commodore Chris Haberle has his hand on the tiller. Credit: Henry Bortman

But biologists are dedicated lot, and some members of the PLL team have plenty of samples, collected when the weather was better, that need to be filtered and prepared for laboratory analysis. This process involves sucking up water, liters and liters of water collected from Laguna Negra and Laguna Lo Encañado, into a syringe, some 50 milliliters at a time, and then forcing the water through a small circular filter laced with pores tiny enough to trap microbial cells.

The water gets discarded, except a small volume that will be use for measuring dissolved cations and anions. Also of interest is the yellowish-brown stain left behind on the filter paper, comprised largely of microorganisms from the lake.

Some of these filters are preserved in ethanol, for later DNA extraction. Other filters are kept on dry ice until they can be transported down to Santiago de Chile University, where they will be freeze-dried for the trip back to Madrid, Spain.

Madrid is where microbial ecologists Yolanda Blanco and Luis A. Rivas work, at the Centro de Astrobiología. They are part of a team that for the past several years has been developing a life-detection device, a device they hope will be sent one day to Mars, or perhaps to other worlds in our solar system, in search of evidence for extra-terrestrial life.

In the biological dome, the collected samples are proccessed and analyzed. Here, Yolanda Blanco is sonicating the biological material trapped on one of the filters. Credit: Henry Bortman

The device goes by the name SOLID (Signs Of LIfe Detector), which includes an antibody microarray in its sample analysis unit. This microarray crams hundreds of microscopic dots, each a distinct biological probe, onto a small glass slide. The dots, printed onto the slide, contain antibodies. Some of these antibodies react to specific types of organisms. Others react to common biological molecules, such as amino acids, the building blocks of proteins; or the lipids found in cell walls. Unlike past life-detection methods that look for biosignatures by heating a sample to high temperatures and sniffing at the released gases, the antibody-microarray approach is less destructive, more precise and capable of searching for hundreds of different biosignatures simultaneously.

The array is exposed to a sample, such as the material trapped by filtering water from Laguna Negra. If the organism or biomolecule that a particular antibody is designed to detect is present in the sample, the antibody binds to the sample material. This captured material is revealed by using a fluorescent probe. Examined under the right type of light, these fluorescent tags appear as glowing dots. The position of the dot on the glass slide tells researchers which organism or molecule has been detected.

Blanco, Rivas and their colleagues previously tested detectors at Rio Tinto, in Spain, and in Chile’s Atacama Desert, each time with a slightly different emphasis tuned to the environmental conditions of those field sites. One focus of the work at Laguna Negra will be looking for psychrophilic, or cold-loving, organisms.