I've managed to travel all the way around the world in one trip, summit the Roof of Africa, and plant my feet in 43 countries. But the Holy Grail has eluded me, until now. The goal this trip: bag the 7th continent and spend some time with penguins. Read more
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  • The trip is on...

    November 14, 2014 in the United States ⋅ 🌧 34 °F

    We are officially traveling. We've now completed one of the four flights it will take to get to the southernmost point of South America. Unfortunately, it's the shortest leg of the trip. Regardless, we're a quarter of the way there! We are sitting patiently at LAX, waiting for our overnight flight to Panama. (I can't write that without hearing David Lee Roth.) Kim's already sleeping in her chair. Not sure how she's doing it with the noise. She's actually missing a good bit of people watching. Like the 70+ year old guy in the blue jogging suit. You've seen him; jacket zipped down, gold chain around his neck and sporting a pinkie ring, with his wife and their Chihuahua dressed in a turtle neck. I love LA! (Now I'm hearing Randy Newman.)Read more

  • Halfway to Ushuaia

    November 15, 2014 in Panama ⋅ ⛅ 86 °F

    There's not much worse than a red eye. You can't stretch your legs, you can't get comfortable, and sleep comes in five minute intervals. But, it's over. We're enjoying a hot breakfast of eggs, fried plantains, and Nescafé. I haven't had a good cup of Nescafé since Korea!

    We'll be dashing out of Panama City for Buenos Aires, where we'll be able to get some rest in a bed. Looking forward to getting horizontal!
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  • The end of a long day

    November 16, 2014 in Argentina ⋅ ☀️ 79 °F

    It seems like days ago since we left Denver. By the time we reached the airport in Buenos Aires, my back was stiff and my ankles could have been mistaken for those of a pregnant elephant. The human body is not meant to sit in a tiny little space for hours on end.

    Although we got in at 9:45p, it took until 11:15 for us to find our ride. Apparently there was a miscommunication, despite his best English and my best Spanish. I was a bit surprised that more people don't speak English, especially in the airport. I don't mind speaking Spanish, but I hate to make people listen to it. I'm a little clunky. The language is also difficult for me to understand here. Kim looks at me, after I get an answer to a question, and I just shrug my shoulders, "I have no idea what he said, but he pointed this way." The dialect is different than what I'm used to in Mexico, not to mention that I just don't speak Spanish too well.

    We'll manage five hours of sleep tonight before returning to the airport for an early flight to Ushuaia. We are very much looking forward to the end of our air travel.
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  • Fin Del Mundo

    November 16, 2014 in Argentina ⋅ 🌬 50 °F

    I remember when I was in the Southern most point of the US. It was the day before Hurricane Andrew hit, and we were camping in the Florida Keys; but, that's a story for another time. Today we landed in the most Southern point of the Americas, fondly known as the end of the world. You can think of Ushuaia like Breckenridge by the ocean. Hotel Albatross, our accommodations, even looks like Beaver Run Resort but on a smaller scale. Similar to Colorado's mountain towns, Ushuaia's architecture includes many chalets and sloping roofs.

    We arrived at the airport around 2pm and were greeted by the Quark Expedition folks. They quickly ferried us and eight other passengers to our hotel, sharing interesting information along the way. For example, Ushuaia has approximately 16,000 inhabitants, and it is sandwiched between the Andes Mountains and the water. Our hotel is a block off of the water, near all the amenities of town. From our window we have a clear view of the water and the mountains just to the north of us. Did you know that the Andes are the longest mountain chain in the world, running from Venezuela, all the way to here?

    After a well-deserved nap, we had a 6pm briefing with the Quark representative. She gave us quite a bit of information and then opened the floor for inquiries. We board tomorrow afternoon, so this was our time to allay any concerns. There were a lot of good questions, but some of my favorites were: "You're saying that wifi is not complementary?" "I was supposed to bring my own gloves and waterproof pants?" "What if I have to go to the bathroom while we're camping?"

    Following the briefing, we did a bit of shopping, and then slid into an Irish pub for dinner. It seemed only appropriate to have an Irish meal, in an Argentine town that looks like it belongs in the middle of the Alps.
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  • Rough Seas

    November 18, 2014, South Atlantic Ocean

    Well, they weren't kidding about items shifting in rough seas; it includes passengers in bed. Although the ocean could be much worse, the ship is rocking greatly. With each pitch, another one follows. It started sometime after midnight. The boat slid down into a trough, and I slipped down to the end of my bed. Not to worry, the next swell shot me back up to my pillow. This was repeated several times, until I got up for the morning.

    In order to stay upright, you have to be quick-handed, reaching from one rail to another. It's not wise to let go of one, without spying the next place to grasp. All activities require one dedicated hand to cling for stability. I learned this lesson quickly, after using the toilet. Trying to pull my pants up with two hands ended me back onto the toilet, when the boat lurched to one side. I immediately reorganized my approach for taking a shower.

    During breakfast, we sat on the starboard side of the boat, from where the storm was blowing in. It snowed sporadically, while the waves crashed in dramatic fashion against the hull. Sometimes the boat turned down so far into a trough, you had to look up to see the next swell towering toward the ship. By lunch, many passengers were sick, and the dining room was only about half full. I'm one of the few lucky ones, who hasn't had any problems. Kim is hanging in there, ever so grateful for the prescription patch she wears behind her ear. She has had some nausea but nothing unmanageable, yet.

    At three o'clock I joined a lecture on photography and watched several people come to the lounge clutching one, and sometimes many barf bags. The crew has placed bags all over the ship, and you are never farther than five feet from one. For me, the rocking boat is hypnotizing, and all I want to do is sleep. So, I shall. Alex says tomorrow will be calmer, as we close in on the Antarctic Peninsula.
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  • Ever Closer

    November 19, 2014, South Atlantic Ocean

    The weather forecast that the sea would be calmer overnight was inaccurate. I slept little, as the waves tossed me in the bed, and the noise of crashing objects awakened me in those few moments that I did doze off. Anything that was not tied down on the boat ended up on the floor. It didn't matter if it was on the dresser, the desk, or the bathroom shelf. The boutique on the boat didn't open until tonight, as they had to return everything to the shelves. The ocean was definitely getting worse, not better. Kim's stomach has been more upset today, but she's trying to be a good sport. We have befriended some Brasilian women, one of whom took refuge in her room the entire day, due to the state of her stomach.

    Unfortunately for the seasick, there was a mandatory meeting this afternoon, where we were specifically instructed not to litter, remove things, or disturb the wildlife on land; Antarctica is the largest protected area in the world. As I looked around the lounge, I felt bad for the unwell. One woman was standing at the bar, with her head resting on the counter. She didn't lift her head, until she put her hands to her mouth and ran out of the room. The lounge resembled an infirmary, with many heads bowed low, barf bags hanging out of pockets, and blank stares looking to the horizon. Luckily, we will be approaching the Shetland Islands around midnight and will enjoy the calm of the sheltered water for the next several days.

    We are beginning to see icebergs infrequently. They are deceiving. The enormous white burgs, shimmering against the dark blue ocean, hide the majority of their mass below the waterline. We haven't been close enough to be able to see the portion below the water, but we look forward to the possibility, as we get closer to the continent.

    Today we received our boots for landings, our life jackets for the zodiac rides, and instructions for all around safety. Alex provided us our itinerary for tomorrow and by 11am, I should have my feet planted firmly on the seventh continent.
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  • #7 is in the bag

    November 20, 2014, South Atlantic Ocean

    At 0930 we boarded the zodiac to Portal Point, which marks the entrance to Charlotte Bay on the Reclus Peninsula. The boat ferried us to the shore, where I stepped onto the 7th continent. It was overcast and snowing, but the weather was secondary to the jubilation. I got up the hill and out of the way before tossing myself into the snow, furiously paddling my arms and legs into a snow angel.

    We sighted our first penguins, at Portal Point. There are 18 or 19 species of penguins in the world, and these were gentoos. A minke whale was seen in the distance, but those on the zodiac tour had a better look at it. We climbed over the snow bridge to the highest point. The snow stopped briefly, the clouds cleared, and the scene was gorgeous. It felt like being on a whole different planet. The landscape was different hues of grey, highlighted by the fresh white snow, and punctuated with amazing blue.

    There are no words or pictures that capture the color blue in a glacier. The water molecules are compressed so tightly that the only color that escapes is the blue. The phenomena creates a color so glorious that it can only be appreciated by the naked eye. (Sorry) In our later zodiac tour of Wilhelmina Bay, we saw a number of icebergs glowing blue. The color was so powerful, it backlit the fresh, white snow. We could only stare, with our mouths agape, as they slowly drifted by.

    We also got to sight see a bit. There was an old, rusted out whaling ship run aground in (or near) Enterprise Island. About 100 years ago, the ship caught fire, so the captain ran it into shore in an effort to save all onboard. It worked. All 80+ crew lived to see another day. Now the ship sits, mostly submerged, in crystal clear waters, with icebergs harmlessly floating by.

    As we came into another area, we found crab eater seals on an ice floe. One rolled onto his back, gave us a curious glance, and then went about ignoring us. We also saw small groups of penguins, floating by on small icebergs. They do nothing, and it is amazingly cute.

    It is snowing tonight but the temperature has been mild. It has hovered around 32 degrees, so it has been comfortable. Well, comfortable for us, not so much for our Brasilian friends. We hope for good weather tomorrow, as it is a very full and long day. We head out on the zodiacs before breakfast; our wake-up call is 0530. Ugh.

    Now that we are out of the Drake Passage, everyone is feeling better. At dinner, one of the crew said the Passage was worse earlier in the week, with swells up to 40 feet; we only had to endure 20-25 foot swells. I guess that makes us lucky? At dinner this evening I saw several people for the first time. Poor dears have been sick in their cabins for a couple of days now. The loud chatter over dinner is evidence of much calmer seas and improved gastric operation.
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  • Stunning

    November 21, 2014 in Antarctica

    We were awakened at 0515 and were on the zodiac by 0600. We started our day early, in order to accommodate three landings. Our first, and snowy, stop was Danco Island. As we approached the landing point, a group of penguins porpoised by, gaining momentum to jump ashore. We watched them squirt from the water right to their feet. Unfortunately, some of the individuals didn't get enough propulsion to make it onto land, and they sadly slipped back into the water for another try. I could have watched this mayhem for hours, but we had to alight and move onto shore.

    We used switchbacks to ascend the mountain, stopping frequently to watch the penguins. From shore, they moved upward. Some would get tired and flop to their belly for a well-deserved rest. Others, arms straight out, waddled in lines, creating "highways" of penguin transit. We had to give way several times, as the birds have the right of way here.

    Kim and I spent time at the top, taking in the views and the penguin activity. We enjoyed a penguin "tiff," where the offended beat the other penguin with his flipper, then chased him off. It was comical for us, but a very serious matter for the birds.

    We returned to the ship for breakfast and a pair of warm, dry socks. Our next stop was Neko Harbor. We opted for the zodiac cruise, rather than the landing. Ali was our zodiac pilot, and she provided a great deal of information about the area. She also made sure we enjoyed some limited whale watching. Another zodiac pilot had spotted a minke whale, and she tracked it down for us. It was beautiful to watch the whale glide across the ocean surface, with an iceberg as backdrop.

    Although we rejoined the boat, the whale display was not over. We worked our way down the Strait and sighted some orca and a humpback whale. They made themselves available for all onboard, before diving out of sight.

    We had a special "Polar BBQ" for lunch. That's right, they were grilling burgers, dogs, brats, and ribs on the deck. It was just like a Caribbean cruise, with alcoholic drinks and sassy dance music; of course, the temperature was just a tad cooler. I skipped the ice cream bar, since I was already freezing from eating outside.

    Our last stop for the day was Paradise Harbor. We cruised first and got an intimate view of the Petzel Glacier. The glacier towers above the ocean, with gigantic rectangular columns of ice, now covered by snow. There were two large archways carved out at the waterline that seemed to invite us to enter. Beyond the glacier were unique rock formations, described in-depth by the ship's geologist. Please see me for more details.

    The zodiac then took us to the landing point, where we saw gentoo penguins, who had overrun an Argentine science base. We hiked up to the top of the point for an amazing view of the harbor below. The ocean was a dark blue, dotted with sea ice and floating icebergs, and punctuated by our tiny little ship; all surrounded by a ring of mountains and sheer cliffs. Several people decided to slide down the slope, so I gave it a try. I was one of the last to go, so the track was like an icy, bobsled run. I tucked my coat under my bum and gave a push. About 100 feet later, at a slope of about 25 degrees, I realized I probably wouldn't be able to see a chiropractor soon enough.
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  • They were some wild and crazy guys

    November 22, 2014 in Antarctica

    We started our day with a landing at Petermann Island. Once again it was snowing, but it's mostly just annoying for photos; otherwise, it is plenty warm, no wind, and the penguins really don't care. There were a lot of gentoo penguins, who were busy courting and building nests. I pointed out to Kim one couple, who were doing some weird flapping, gyrating thing. I made some comments about this "strange" behavior. Kim glanced at the pair and said, "It must be breeding season." I blushed and stopped looking.

    We saw a penguin go after another one, who was trying to steal nesting material. The penguins build a stone nest with hundreds of tiny pebbles. Some of the birds try to take rocks from the nests of others but when they get caught, the feathers fly. There is much squawking, fin flapping, and beak chomping. Then there are the honest, clean living birds, who don't steal. We watched one fellow haul a golf ball size rock, in his mouth, from shore all the up a hill to his awaiting partner. It's quite a process to watch.

    On the island, we saw adelie penguins for the first time. They are smaller than the gentoo. The ornithologist on the ship said their numbers are declining in this area. But don't fret, the last census saw their numbers grow significantly worldwide. By this time of the spring, they are already sitting on their eggs, much farther ahead of the gentoos. The adelie had some elaborate, cliff-side stone nests, where they roosted and watched the more frenzied gentoo.

    We took a hike to the other side of the island and were shocked at the view; the ocean was completely covered with sea ice, pocked with enormous icebergs. It is strange to see the ocean frozen over. Near the bay, it was free from sea ice, and the visibility was stunning. I could see straight down to the rocky bottom, as if looking through glass.

    We left Petermann Island for Vernadsky Station. The Station was originally built by the British in 1947 and was occupied continuously until 1996, as Faraday Base. At that time, it was sold to Ukraine for one pound because it was cheaper to give it away than to pay for the dismantling and cleaning. Whilst under British operation, the scientists at Faraday were the first to discover the hole in the ozone layer. The Ukrainian scientists have continued these studies and welcome visitors to their base. We were lucky to be their first visitors since last March. Our ship's crew took several boxes of fresh fruit and vegetables to the scientists, prior to us coming to land. When we arrived, they welcomed us with big smiles. It was an awesome stop! We got to look through the station, then they invited us upstairs, where they have their bar and homemade vodka. We didn't need drinks to enjoy the atmosphere. Lights were flashing and some Ukrainian pop music was pumping out a dance beat. It was surreal-that's the best description I can muster. To the side of the bar was "The Southern Most Souvenir Shop," where we picked up a couple of magnets. We also got to mail some cards with an Antarctica postmark, albeit with Ukrainian stamps.
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  • To jump or not to jump

    November 23, 2014 in Antarctica ⋅ 36 °F

    We started the morning at Port Lockroy. It is the site of an old British Antarctic Survey (BAS) hut, which has been restored to its original condition and serves as a museum. The kitchen is stocked with era-specific dry goods, the lab with old equipment, and the bunks with woolen underwear. The re-creation is tasteful and informative. It quickly gives you an appreciation for the tenacity of the individuals who wintered here. The whole hut was probably about 1000 sf, so there couldn't have been much alone time. I like my co-workers, but I think I would be homicidal in about six months under those conditions.

    It was a special day all around. First we had the Polar Plunge after Lockroy. A rite of passage for anyone visiting the Polar Regions (or Boulder Reservoir in the spring). I was shocked that Kim didn't even hesitate to join in. As a matter of fact, she was the first one on the ship to leap. I went immediately after and when we hopped back on the boat, the awaiting crowd cheered. There was a line of 63 other passengers, who congratulated us, as we hustled down the hall to a hot shower. Once we thawed, we went to the deck to watch other passengers plunge. Apparently, bathing suits became option, at some point. I can say that I have had my fill of twenty-something, naked boys with their GoPros. Regardless, it was a great time, and all the passengers either participated or watched. One of the crew said we broke the old record and had the most people plunge (63 of 122 passengers). There were so many participants, we finished about a half an hour behind schedule.

    Following our morning activities, the kitchen staff pulled out the grill again. This is the first day without snow, and the sun has been shining brightly. Now that we can see our surroundings, the views are even more stunning than when they were shrouded by clouds. We passed through a channel after lunch, where the mountains rocketed upward from the sea. The peaks have dramatic windswept glaciers with deep drifts of snow clinging to the cliffs. We saw a couple of avalanches roaring down valleys all the way to the ocean. They looked impressive from a distance, so I can't imagine how powerful they must have been. While transiting the channel, we saw a pod of Antarctic killer whales (Type B). These orcas are a gray color, with a smaller dorsal fin, and larger eye patch. They surfaced several times before heading down the waterway and out of sight.

    We arrived at Orne Harbor around 4:30 pm. It is a quiet area surrounded by high glaciated peaks. We climbed the eastern face of one of the slopes via a multitude of switchbacks. It appeared to be about a 30-35 degree incline for about 1000 feet. It reminded me of the final push up Kilimanjaro, from the crater to the rim; you don't look down, and you pray you don't slip. But there was a good reason to risk our lives: chinstrap penguins. These crazy little beasts nest at the top of the craggy cliffs. We took our time with the penguins, who are more vocal than the other two types we've seen. We watched a few march straight up the mountain face, foregoing any switchbacks. They are amazing mountaineers. We stood in the saddleback and could see both coast on the peninsula. Each side accentuated with frozen peaks standing sentry over their waters.

    The day finished with "Western Night" in the lounge. I've lived in Colorado for 45 years, so the West isn't a novel idea; although, I did realize I know a heck of a lot more about the cattle industry than I'd like to admit. It think it's the unfortunate combination of attending an ag university and working in Greeley all those years. And they thought the penguin rookeries smelled bad...
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