I'm nearing the end of a four-day voyage across the Magellan Strait and through the tumultuous Drake Passage. The old salts on board are telling us greenhorns that the Drake was a millpond compared to some trips they’ve been on. I’m counting my lucky stars. Now we’re slowly navigating the Gerlache Strait, with the Western Antarctic Peninsula on our left and outer islands on our right. We'll land on Anvers Island, the home of Palmer Research Station. A couple of humpback whales were frolicking off the starboard bow a little while ago.
The land/seascape is stunning -- a continuous iceberg sculpture garden in front with some jagged mountains ripping into the horizon behind. I'll update once we're situated at Palmer and I have Net access. It feels like I'm in a cathedral when standing on the deck soaking up the vastness, the white (there must be many shades of white; there sure are many names for different classifications of sea ice and icebergs, which I'll explore later). And the silence. Except for the constant drone of the LM Gould's engine. I expect I’ll be waddling like a penguin for the first few hours back on land as I lose my sea legs.
I wish you were here! I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving!