Feb. 18 – Half Moon Island & Heading Home

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:

Feb. 17 – Georges Point

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.

Feb. 14 – Pleneau Island & Petermann Island

2014 can’t be any better, can it?

I recently got a promo e-mail  from one of my favorite bloggers, Michael Hyatt, about his new online course called “5 Days to Your Best Year Ever.” It looks great, but to be honest, when I read that title, my first response was not possible. It is very hard for me to imagine a year better than 2013 was for me; at least not for things I can control. If 2014 is even 80% as awesome as 2013, I will be terribly content. My wife’s gift to me – my trip to Antarctica was a huge part of my amazing year.

Over the next few days, I hope to post the last of my collection and talk about the end of my trip. In my last post I talked about the Lemaire Channel. I have to admit my memory is getting a little sketchy regarding the precise chronology of the trip (I was too gobsmacked and distracted to even write decent notes) but some memories that stuck with me include:

  • My first sighting of “Killer Whales” in the wild. It is rather ironic that I have lived  on the west coast of Canada for over 30 years now and have even paid to go whale watching, yet I had never seen an Orca in the wild