I was lucky enough to meet Gael on a trip to Antarctica, South Georgia, and the Falkland Islands. We had such a wonderful expedition to one of the world’s most remote and wildest places. I was recently gifted this beautiful tartan by our polar historian, Ingrid Nixon, who was with us on that same trip. I absolutely love it, and it makes me think of my many fond memories while visiting the Antarctic Peninsula, and the brave polar explorers such as Bransfield who came before us. What a wonderful gift! Thank you, Gael! Cheers to you, and to experiences that change us forever!
The entire trip to Antarctica had given me an emotional high. I was were, for most of my adult life, I had wanted to be. I was on an ocean that few had the privilege to see. I was witnessing a landscape that was terrifyingly beautiful. I was acutely aware of the dangers that surrounded me as I floated on a small rubber boat among penguins and icebergs, whales and mountains.
The cold wind on my face, the sun on my back, the sounds of wildlife and expanding ice were sensations that I would never forget.
Not only were the expeditions memorable but the lectures that preceded and followed them stuck with me. Stories about Shacklton, Tom Crean and others were shared by our guides. Places where those people had been were pointed out and talks about them were prominent.
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