I have (albeit somewhat reluctantly) returned from Antarctica.
And it was absolutely everything that I had hoped for, and much more.
I’ve rediscovered some surprising things about myself, things I had forgotten in these years I’ve not been able to travel like I used to years ago, months alone in the truck, crisscrossing the continent, sleeping in campgrounds, cheap motel rooms, the side of the road. Belatedly, I remember now how I could forgo any real contact as long as I could speak to a stranger, a waitress, a campground clerk, or turn on the distraction of the weather channel. This was in those years before cell phones and Internet, when you could truly lose yourself away from friends and family.
It’s been a long time since I traveled that way. In the interim, advances in technology have made it near impossible to stay out of contact, and I too have changed, unable now to simply jump into a vehicle and take off for months at a time.
We boarded the ship
at Ushuaia in Tierra del Fuego
and set sail for the Falkland Islands. But to my surprise, we did not dock at Stanley or any other town. In fact, we never docked the entire trip, instead dropping anchor in bays, off islands with Penguin rookeries,
And for days at a time, we were at sea, with no land in sight.
Just the ship and the water and the sky.
My trip to Antarctica was an amazing journey both internally and externally. I saw wildlife I never thought I would see, set foot in places I had only read and dreamed about.
Thank you Antarctica, my long anticipated friend and now constant companion.