Antarctica is a magical place - vast, ancient, untouched (well, relatively), cold, uninhabitable, fragile, stark.

I’ve been there once.

It is so old and so quiet you can hear the universe whispering. It speaks to your soul. 

(Either that or it’s the penguin squawking.)

(Or maybe a whale fluke.)

Vote for me and I’ll be there – up at 2 a.m. watching the sunset and again at 4 a.m. for sunrise, hanging out with the penguins and praying for humpback.  I’ll send it all back in words and pictures – the good, the funny and the embarrassing.

So check me out here (that would be my mundane life:  dogs, yarn, and a kitchen remodel) and vote.