My last post about Antarctica is coming almost exactly a year after my trip. It seems like yesterday that I was shopping for winter clothing, dealing with the angst of leaving my students behind, and practically vibrating inside with excitement about crossing the “hardest” continent off my to bucket list. Looking back, my wife’s kind and lavish 50th birthday present changed me in ways I did not expect. I am so grateful for the experience.
I am grateful to:
Deception Island is a study in black and white – beauty and ugliness, hot and cold, war and peace, pain and healing. I overheard one of our interpreters saying how this was her least favorite part of the cruise, but personally I found it fascinating. It helped put the rest of our Antarctic journey into context for me. It also appealed to the James Bond fan in me. 🙂
What stood out for me:
By Day 8 in Antarctica, I was feeling physically spent and suffering a tad from “wow” fatigue
not to mention… oops, I just did… that I was fighting Montezuma’s revenge. Still, I learned and saw things around Georges Point that, in retrospect, are important to me. For example:
- Eee… the wind. I can’t imagine what the early explores did without truly wind-proof clothing. A wool coat can only do so much and frankly, the winds we experienced were rather wimpy compared to what an Antarctic winter is capable of dishing out.