| I recall standing
on the shores of Gold Harbor in South Georgia on my way to Antarctica.
The sight was breathtaking: craggy-peaked mountains surrounded the
bay, glaciers flowed off the spires like cascades of ice, King penguins
and fur seals crowded around us. A friend and fellow traveller turned
to me and asked, rhetorically: "Do we have to ask ourselves why
we keep coming back?" No Heather, we don't.
I keep using
the term "magical" but I fail to find words that are more
appropriate. It is something to be experienced. And once you have
that experience, you are hooked.
South Georgia
was a stop enroute to the Far Side of Antarctica but it should perhaps,
be a destination on its own: so much history and beauty in one place.
In sharp contrast to the natural beauty of South Georgia were the
rusting whaling stations scattered and crumbling beneath the towering
mountain peaks. These were the very peaks that provided Sir Earnest
Shackleton with the final challenge on his epic "Endurance"
trek to save his men stranded on Elephant Island and these are also
the peaks beneath which he was buried in a small, white-fenced cemetery
in Gritviken. Standing beside his gravesite I felt connected with
a huge chunk of history but when I read the back of his tombstone,
I smiled at Robert Browning's words carved there: "I hold that
a man should strive to the uttermost for his life's set prize."
Words to live by. I try to do just that.
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