I boarded the tall ship at the dock and waved farewell to all of my love ones for the years long journey ahead of me. I know that I might not return to them… the journey will be harsh. Odds are, some from my expedition party will not return alive.
The dogs and sleds are stashed and all is well, but there’s a sense of foreboding for a very difficult trip. Heavy seas, harsh conditions, and even scurvy make traveling to Antarctica a fools journey.
As I rest here in a comfortable Holiday Inn room in the suburbs of Buenos Aires, I am struck by how much easier exploring the seventh continent has become in a historically short period of time.