It’s the wind and waves. The wind and waves determine the way we journey on the tall ship Antigua in the Arctic waters of Svalbard. A Force 8 gale was predicted for most of the following week… so the wind and waves were already penciling in our journey as we boarded the ship in Longyearbyen in Svalbard. .
I’ve been anticipating this journey for 18 months … and as the crew cast off the thick yellow rope from the mooring in Longyearnyen… itfelt quite surreal feeling the gentle movement of being on the water again.. I love the ocean. I feel comfortable there. I feel more land-sick returning to land than sea-sick on the ocean.
I’ve now returned from this incredible journey to the Arctic and have my ‘land-legs’ back, and I’m back on the grid, so I would like to share some my experiences in the #Arctic. For more photographs and Journal of my expedition into the incredible arctic aboard a tall ship… pop to my website with the link in my profile..
I’m so impress with our SoCal community. In the wake of these devastating #wildfires, we really know how to rally. Seeing so many people step up, gives me hope -all is not lost. Melissa, @melyyt thank you for stepping up doing what you and your tribe could do. then @juliataranto asking for help for the 25 ppl being housed in a donated home. I’m so proud of everyone, who was able to donate and reached out for what they could do. We managed to fill up a large SUV, full of clothes, shoes, kitchen item, bedding, towels, toiletries, toys. -All in less then 24 hrs. Much love to @sportydp @ingridgillming @robinrosenblatt @stephlyn007 and Eddie @healingartsocal @sandy.pino.pyeatt
You guys rock! So so generous! 💖💖💖💫🙏🏼
CDT Day 114. Thursday, Oct. 2. Goat Tank Canyon to the Toaster House. I know I go on and on and on about the sunrises and sunsets in New Mexico, but in all my hiking I can’t recall seeing a more dramatic dusk than the one I saw this morning. The sun, having just begun its morning journey, silhouetted the distant mountains several faint shades of blue and grey. I could get polka-dotted glimpses of the stars as last night’s storm clouds slowly dispersed. And as the clouds weakened the waxing (or waning) gibbous moon behind them became more illuminated. The rising sun transformed the subtle colors to more vibrant hues of oranges, pinks, and reds as they stretched across the horizon and reflected off the clouds. The finale was seeing steam rise for miles in every direction as the now-bright sun evaporate last night’s rain off the shrubbery and grasses. It was a sight to behold to be sure. As the day kicks in I pass the time by greeting the timid cows with inordinate enthusiasm—waiving at them as they run away and ironically asking, “Hey! Where are you going?!?!” I’ve been feeling a little immature lately as exhibited by giving the frightened cows milking hand gesture when we lock eyes. There’s lots of time to kill on trail. I was pleased with myself for hiking the 33 miles to Pie Town by 4 p.m. I stayed at the legendary Toaster House, an old cabin the owner opened up to hikers and cyclists. We had access to laundry and shower, and locals stoked the refrigerator, freezer, and pantry for us. And it was donation-based. Remarkable. If you ever want your faith in humanity restored hike a long trail. You won’t believe the amount of unconditional generosity you’ll receive from strangers. I was the sole CDT representative among 10 GDT cyclists. I was a curiosity to them and spend the evening answering their questions about the thru-hiking experience. Oh, and I had new shoes waiting for me so I hung my old pair with the other retired trail runners hanging on the porch wall. I had left my legacy at the Toaster House. Daily Miles: 32.4. Total Miles: 2,406.2.
Watching the sea ice form has been one of the most humbling experiences of my life. I know that sounds cheesy and cliche, but I mean it, I swear. Nothing will ever compare to having a tennis ball-sized piece of ice being flung at your head by a wave 🌊