Why is Denise smiling (see below)? Well, our handsome captain (seen here)
Brian, Denise, me and Claudia (zodiac driver). Note: Denise still managing a smile in her Davy Crockett head-gear.
Then there's Paul taking a picture with his outstretched arm. Note: He ain't smiling. He hates cold weather and goofy hats.
Yep. If you think penguins smell bad...
Here some of the guides and passengers are attempting to reassemble the skeleton of a long-gone tourist.
This is a not-so-long gone dead bird. I don't know why with all the beauty and life in the Antarctic we all seem to gravitate to the dead things.
Like I said...
This is what a dead penguin looks like. By the way, has anyone seen where the ice and snow went? Could it be global warming?
More icebergs but at least no more dead things.
Don't know how this picture of an elephant got in there.
Returning to the boat. Could there be warmth and vino tinto in our future?
This is the boat going through one of the narrow passages.
Paul in his goofy hat with his outstretched arm. Actually his head fills that point perfectly.
Which brings to mind the story of Ernest Shackleton who led an ill-fated trip to the Antarctic in 1914-1915.
Here we are at one of the old whaling stations. Whale bones scattered about everywhere. This practice has also largely been stopped. A couple of countries continue to slaughter the poor creatures. I get my oil at Jiffy Lube. I think they should do the same.
By the way, during our trip there was a confrontation between Greenpeace and Japanese whalers somewhere in the Antarctic.
Okay, we promise. This is the last Port Lockroy pic. We're afraid we'll lose you to some porn site.
This is yet another shore excursion on probably the coldest day of all...to an extinct (we hoped) volcano. This is looking down into the caldera. For you non-Spanish speakers, that's "hole in the ground".
Here we are climbing the cinder cone of the volcano in a gale-force wind trying to keep from being blown into that hole in the ground. It's a long drop.
This is Paul. Again, arm outstretched. You get the idea. But this is atop the volcano with stinging sleet and temps somewhere below zero. But you'll be proud of this old ex-Marine. He was one of the few to make it to the top. What a guy.
On the last day of the trip, come hell or high water, we decided we're going to blow this baby up and see if she floats. Daisy had her doubts.
Needless to say (but I'm saying it anyway), we returned from Antarctica safe and sound. Had a wonderful, wonderful time and are so grateful for the experience. Now we have bragging rights to say that we've been to literally the end of the world.
Our next blog will detail our life aboard ship, including Brian's birthday party, New Year's festivities, rubbing shoulders (ho ho) with Capitan Dreamboat, and Paul's little mishap with his drawers, if you catch my drift. Oh Lord, is that what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life?