24 Hours from the End of the World
That is what I told my kindergarten students days before heading out to Antarctica as a National Geographic Grosvenor Teacher Fellow. Little did I realize, the journey would change me more than I could know.
I think great stories often start from with the end first, so here I sit, personally and professionally changed by this continent that feels more like another planet than our own. Protected by the dedication and principled care from the countries and companies agreeing to abide by the Antarctic Treaty, the experience makes me acutely aware of the work needed to be done to conserve and protect other sections of the Earth in danger from being erased. My work to share the expedition with my students, community, and all who care to read, I will leave you knowing this:
Even in my wildest imagination, after months of studious research, I never expected what I saw in Antarctica. Our actions impact the rest of the Earth. Although the continents are separated, our actions impact all places.
For the moment, I'm currently recovering from sensory overload and two weeks of 24/7 sunlight.
24 hours from the end of the world. 2/3rds of the way home and processing the journey to Antarctica. 24 hours moving North in Fahrenheit:
93- Buenos Aires