Musings

The Island of North Rona
The Island of North Rona

The day arrived in tones of deep grey, the sun barely able to penetrate the thick low hanging sky. The air, moist and briny, showed no hint of the approaching northeast winds, which would reach the island by nightfall. The sea glistened slick metallic silver, mirroring the hues above, and seemed almost impatient for the rough swells that were advancing toward us across the Northern Atlantic. My sleep was restless and undulated with the sea as our ship tossed about through the night, moored at the edge of North Rona. Fixed on the 59th latitude this small remote island sits 44 miles north of the Butt of Lewis, flanked only…read more »

Toward the Gulf
Toward the Gulf

As my eyes drifted out amongst sparse clouds and the gradient warm blue of the early morning West Texas skies, I thought back to my first blog entry en route to Antarctica in which I wonder at the contents of my luggage as being some indication of preparedness for my expedition. I wrote, “It is a rather interesting experience to relate one’s moment to a collection of particular things. If my journey can be defined, or at least contextualized, by the contents of my luggage…” Amazingly, I’m feeling rather the same as I embark on my journey to the Gulf of Mexico to be a witness to the environmental and…read more »