Salty spray painted the decks with flecks of white and coated our lips with a flavor not unlike that left when eating potato chips. Sunny skies progressed into clouds that by late day sent a wash of fresh water to wipe away the work of the waves. But no matter that it was wet outside. Inside, the Caledonian Star was a bustle of activity.
We marveled at the exploits of the four-masted barque Peking as it ventured around Cape Horn near a century ago, and learned of the life of researchers on Antarctica's shores. Our diver and naturalists gathered us in to begin the task of synthesizing all the new things we had seen. In corners here and there, we snatched quiet moments to finish journal entries or begin the chore of packing both memories and possessions to return to lives away from where we currently were. And then a celebration, the Captain's farewell feast.
