Drake Passage, Cape Horn, & the Beagle Channel
Every journey must obviously come to end, so that another might begin. And so today, as we sailed closer and closer to our final destination and readied ourselves for the inevitable good-byes, we did not lament the voyage’s finish, but rather rejoiced in its experiences. Stefan set the tone early by regaling us all with his photographs and stories from his many voyages to Antarctica.
After almost two full days at sea, we were obviously glad to sight land once more; all the better that such land was the famed Cape Horn, fabled end of the Americas. While gazing out at the soaring rock and crashing surf, Steve MacLean read aloud I am the Albatross, a poem by the Spanish poet Sara Vial. And now, if ever we hear those words again, we will see the horn once more in our minds and remember our moment here at the end of the world.
We spent the remainder of our day listening to Ingrid recant her adventures with her beloved orcas, sharing conversation with one another, and of course, packing. All the while, the ship made its way onward into the Beagle Channel and ultimately, Ushuaia. We relived the past 11 days’ events with one another; each of us harkening back to one or more moments that struck a particular chord in our hearts. Captain Skog later wished us all a fond farewell and offered his congratulations on such a splendid expedition. And to that we all raised a glass in toast…to the ship and its wonderful crew; to each other and the friends we’ve made; and to the journey that has been and the ones yet to come.
Every journey must obviously come to end, so that another might begin. And so today, as we sailed closer and closer to our final destination and readied ourselves for the inevitable good-byes, we did not lament the voyage’s finish, but rather rejoiced in its experiences. Stefan set the tone early by regaling us all with his photographs and stories from his many voyages to Antarctica.
After almost two full days at sea, we were obviously glad to sight land once more; all the better that such land was the famed Cape Horn, fabled end of the Americas. While gazing out at the soaring rock and crashing surf, Steve MacLean read aloud I am the Albatross, a poem by the Spanish poet Sara Vial. And now, if ever we hear those words again, we will see the horn once more in our minds and remember our moment here at the end of the world.
We spent the remainder of our day listening to Ingrid recant her adventures with her beloved orcas, sharing conversation with one another, and of course, packing. All the while, the ship made its way onward into the Beagle Channel and ultimately, Ushuaia. We relived the past 11 days’ events with one another; each of us harkening back to one or more moments that struck a particular chord in our hearts. Captain Skog later wished us all a fond farewell and offered his congratulations on such a splendid expedition. And to that we all raised a glass in toast…to the ship and its wonderful crew; to each other and the friends we’ve made; and to the journey that has been and the ones yet to come.
