Our Trip To Antarctica


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February 27th, Friday.

We have been gone two weeks. It is hard to believe. Each day is so packed with things to do. We are so far from home. Somehow we will pack-in almost half of the Antarctic landings and three more days in Buenos Aires during the text week and a day.

Last night as they toasted our landing south of the circle and good weather I wondered if it were premature. When I awoke this morning and saw the horizontal snowfall, I was sure. Brad (the expedition leader) knows his stuff though. We waited and the 30 knot winds came down to 26. We could go to Port Lockroy.

Port Lockroy, Goudier Island
Latitude 64 degrees, 49 minutes South.

A sea of pack ice. Leaving the Ioffe in a Zodiac. We went ashore. A few Gentoo penguins seemed to take no notice of us or the weather. We visited the gift shop and returned to the ship.

It was still mighty cold out there. By lunchtime the winds were 36 knots. We endeavored to take a nap secure in the belief that there would be no Zodiac cruise or landing in this weather. At 2:15 we were awakened by Brad saying that the wind was down to 4 knots and that we would go as soon as we could get ready.

Paradise Bay and Almirante Brown Base
Latitude 64 degrees, 51 minutes South.

Seals in Paradise bay. Those same seals -- Paradise bay. Paradise Harbor may have been the most spectacular scenery yet. Jagged peaks with glaciers, icebergs and water so calm as to make a mirror's reflection of it all. We saw seals resting on icebergs and scooped up a little glacial ice from the water. A small glacier calved and it was all so serene.

Our cruise around Paradise bay. Paradise bay. Later we landed at Almirante Brown, an Argentinean research station that they are putting back together after a fire about 10 years ago set by the leader who did not want to leave. The wind had either picked up or we were on the wrong side of the cliffs but it was cold and windy and we had already been out in it for over an hour. We shopped and headed back.

Paradise bay. Tomorrow will be our last landings. Everything is so pretty here. I wonder if anything will ever compare to the natural beauty and the wildlife of this place.

February 28th 1998, Saturday.

The entrance to Deception Island. This morning we were awakened by the announcement that we were entering Deception Island. It is the semicircular rim of a volcano which crates a bay. We zipped up to the bridge to see. It was gorgeous. The sun was out and the dark volcanic cliffs jutted out of the sea. As we entered I was quite surprised at how large the bay was. Fifty ships our size could probably have been at anchor there without any trouble. What a find for the whaling vessels of the day.

Whaler's Bay, Deception Island
Latitude 62 degrees, 59 minutes South.

Chelsea and Alan -- they befriended each other almost immediately. Something old, something new on Deception Island. Safe harbor and sandy beaches. Black sand. The remnants of the station that flourished there between 1911 and 1931 were still there as were many fur seals. You have to be careful of fur seals. I can't really blame them for being bad tempered -- we did nearly wipe them -- out but if you get closer than about 50 feet they might charge you. We did get to see one man on our ship get growled at and the seal took a lunge in his direction.

Big whale oil tanks had holes in the sides that looked almost like doorways. I think the British base used them for storage. They echoed really well and we had some fun with that. That's Karen and Chelsea.  Check out the snow!

Aitcho Island
Latitude 62 degrees 24 minutes South.

Chinstraps on Aicho. Keystone penguins. This afternoon we landed at Aitcho Island near Greenwich Island for our last landing before the Drake Passage. There are Gentoo and Chinstrap penguin rookery there. The sun was out and the weather looked great but by the time we were headed toward the island the wind was making nearly horizontal snow.

We had been told to climb over the ridge and down onto the other side. The wind on the ridge was brutal and I wanted to get down with all possible speed. At the bottom, if you kept your back to the wind, your eyes didn't tear up and that was good.

Chelsea and penguin buddy. Chelsea being the center of attention. We had been told that the young curious penguins would come right up to you and might sit on you if you were patient. We tried various poses. Wade got something to work and he got one to sit on him but I was paying attention to Chelsea and missed the photo op. He now had the secret though. So he told Chelsea what to do and she got a few to nibble at her.

And he sits on her face.  I knew penguins were friendly, but. . .. Yes, that's a penguin crawling on Karen's face. I laid down with my head on a rock and waited. Three young penguins came over and started pecking and trying to claim me and chase the others off. Then one got up on my chest. So close to my face that my nose was buried in his downy chest. I giggled and he panicked and got off. Even after I sat up they continued to try to figure out if I was edible. It was really fun.

They are so cute and sweet. I loved to watch them chase each other around and play and sleep and swim. I could not get a picture of it but they leap out of the water when they swim. It is fun to see.

As far as I am concerned you can keep your Chinstrap and Adelie penguins. I like Gentoos and I know my family agrees. We have started our return. The seas are rougher and both Wade and Chelsea are in bed a little queasy. They will do better soon.

March 1st, 1998, Sunday.

The Drake Lake -- at least that's what Bob called it this morning in his breakfast announcement. So it seems that we are getting off easily today. Wade and Chelsea are back into the routine. We spend the day eating, sleeping and working on Chelsea's homework. We run outside for our last close iceberg. We will miss the stunning scenery.

March 2nd, Monday.

I think that the Drake passage is even calmer today than it was yesterday. Again we spent most of our time with sleeping, eating, homework, and now packing.

While Chelsea was doing her homework, we heard loud voices and discovered that they had filled the "pool". This is about a 10 foot cubic place upon deck 5. Several crazies had jumped in and Simon and one of the passengers were adding a song about Mad Dogs and Englishmen who go out in the noonday sun. Fairly appropriate, seeing that they are British.

We rounded Cape Horn on the way into the Beagle Channel. It is amazing how much the temperatures have warmed up. The cape is just this jagged gray rock with green moss on it but it was fun to see.


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This was last modified on: 23 March 1998

This was put together by Wade Guthrie