At sea, Cape Horn

"In memories we were rich. We had pierced the veneer of outside things. We had suffered, starved and triumphed, groveled yet grasped at glory, grown bigger in the bigness of the whole. We had seen God in his splendor, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man."
- Sir Ernest Henry Shackleton

No sentiment could be more appropriate as we approach the infamous Cape Horn with sunny skies and calm seas. Admittedly, there was precious little suffering or starvation on our voyage to Antarctica, yet Shackleton's words still ring true to us. In memories we are truly rich. Tabular icebergs drift through our mind's eye, competing with flocks of Emperor penguins. The utterly unique smell of 100,000 breeding penguins, the moonscape of Deception Island, the fairy landscape behind Port Lockroy, and Orcas and Humpbacks in the Lemaire Channel all vie for attention. To be gazing at Cape Horn in tranquil conditions is an event all it's own, but to be able to do so while processing the incredible memories this voyage has left us - that is simply spectacular.