Marty’s photo of the day #2782: I was the first person to spot Antarctica—at least on the little ship I was on. At three in the morning, everyone was sleeping but me. I got out of bed and padded onto the bow. The month was February, so this was Antarctica’s summer, and the sky never grew totally dark. When I look at this photo now, I can still feel the chill that went up my spine at that moment—and that chill was as much from excitement as it was from the cold.
Good morning Antarctica!
January 22, 2019Written by Marty Essen