There is something about the extremes of the Earth that draw me. These are not places where I would choose to live. But they are places I carry around in my memories and my heart.
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| Iceland |
Trips to Alaska with snowcapped mountains too numerous to name. The North Cape of Norway high above the Arctic Circle, where a third of the world's Atlantic Puffins live. Our journey around South America's Cape Horn. And this latest voyage across the North Atlantic.
I grew up in a closed container geograpically. Landlocked, though not in the way the term is usually used. My family never traveled and I had no expectations that my life could be any different. At the same time, seeds to explore were planted in my soul, somewhere below my conscious mind.
When Clem and I made our first dash for freedom, my closed container expanded - and has continued to expand. Wild places danced before me and I answered.
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| Faroe Islands |
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| Greenland |
Of course, inevitable questions rise up within me. Why these places? What is their meaning for me? How do I carry them now within me? I close my eyes and remember.
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