You are going WHERE?

I began mentioning our epic trip to friends and acquaintances.  Responses fell into one of two categories:  1.  "Why would you ever want to go there?"  or 2.  "That's incredible!" I've decided that telling folks I am going on a long trip to Antarctica is tantamount to administering a full personality test.  Traveling to Antarctica is for folks who are not afraid to be "out of their element", out of their comfort zone, especially if you are diving. It is never a luxury cruise: comfortable, yes, but not luxurious. It requires a bit of the heart of the explorer. You never know quite what you will encounter or experience (cue the story of the tourist boat a year ago that got stuck in the ice and had to have a multitude of icebreaker boats to free it).  There are a lot of people that are perfectly content living their whole life in their own little worlds with little change, and that is fine.  But that is not me....

In talking to friends who have traveled there previously, they only use superlatives.  Unbelievable!  More beautiful than you can imagine!  It will be more stunning than anything your imagination can conjure up! It is a million shades of black, white, and blue and you have never seen anything this magnificent!

And then I ran across this quote from an article by Chris Jones in Afar Magazine (August / September 2014):

     "Months later, my memories of that trip aren't like my memories of other trips.  They 

     aren't even like my other memories.  There are no colors, no tall buildings, no roads or

     signs or music, no snapshots of indigenous faces, none of the usual time stamps given us 

     by day or night.  There was always light, the sun setting spectacularly before changing its

     mind at the last moment and rising again, true darkness just one more of Antarctica's vast

     repertoire of apparitions.  When I close my eyes, there are only shadows and blurs, a hundred

     shades of blue and white, snow and ice, sleeplessness and awe.  I don't really remember specific

     locations, and I can't say fully I remember moments even.  I remember the gooseflesh and lumps

     in my throat......In a world that can seem purpose-built and calculated for us, engineered for our

     safety and convenience, every part of that long-shot day, the entire lunatic trip, felt as fleeting

     as luck itself.  That feeling is what I remember and why Antarctica remains impervious to 

     memories and maps and the mental thumbtacks we might stick to them.  All of  its settlements are

     temporary.  Its borders migrate.  Its landmarks are seasonal.  Its ports are killer whales and its 

     capital cities are penguins."

 Oh YES.  I am ready.  Take me out of my element.  Make me oooh and ahhh and be surrounded by the incredible power and majesty of our planet. So freaking excited.