Flying Scott!

 It's only weird if you make it weird... And these 2 gents never have.

Mark took Scott and I flying! 

We landed at Centennial after a smooth and cool flight over Denver. Perfect Landing restaurant had our reservation and a tasty breakfast awaited. 

On the way home, Mark threw the yoke over to Scott and a wee flight lesson ensued. Check out the smiles!!!

Not a bad way to spend a Saturday morning, am I right?!

Thank you, gentlemen!  

Blossoms of Light

Because everyone needs a little magic. We all need the holiday season to last a bit longer in those cold and dark winter months...   

So they created it. Let there be light...  "Blossoms of Light". 

Festive, colorful light installations that bring the Denver Botanic Gardens to life at a time of year its mainly dead! :-)

To be sure, this is not something you can get tix for, last minute. I got lucky when I booked 2 weeks ago because most dates were sold out or only had late night entrance times left. 

At 7pm on Jan 7th - the last night of the show - it was cold. 25°F. 

Using all the gear I typically reserve for Arctic/Antarctic voyages, I entered wearing ski pants, a down jacket, wool layers, hat, scarf and gloves. Inside my pockets... those handy-dandy electric pocket warmers. And (no Im not embarrassed) I sported electric socks too! I was warm and wonderful but my phone drained its battery fairly quickly and I know that would have been ME if I wasn't dressed like this! I'd recommend a battery pack for phone longevity next time.

Jan 3-5: Homeward Bound

 We left the Ocean Endeavour mid-morning on the 3rd. Steve, Kelli and Todd all went straight to the airport. Gail hung with us in Ushuaia until after lunch then also made her way north. 

Team Antarctica was officially disbanded and while I enjoyed every minute just Mark and I, I also felt some form of lonely as the group split and by midnight, was thousands of miles apart again. Even later, as I write this there is an emotional twang that is hard to explain. We had shared something so magnificent. Getting there, being there, witnessing each others giddiness - it was all better together. 

I have experienced tears of gratitude (and will likely continue to do so) for these 5 who willingly and enthusiastically joined me in the most arduous journey, the most expensive vacation, the longest countdown... to Antarctica. A voyage to the coldest, driest, windiest, most exquisite and protected place on earth would NEVER have been the same without them and I will never forget that. 

So... Ushuaia. A little different than how I remember it in 2009 but still quaint, not really gentrified, colorful and interesting. Artistic and outdoorsy. A gateway to wildlife viewing, national park exploring and of course, Antarctica cruising. 

We spent the day shopping for gifts. During the darkest days of pet-sitter stress, many of our friends had stepped up and gone above and beyond. There was never going to be a gift that measured up or represented our gratitude aptly, but we also wanted them to know we appreciated them. 

Later that night we took Gail's recommendation and ate at Maria Lola. Great view, fabulous food, cozy and elegant atmosphere. How lovely!

Back at the hotel, an early night was in order. I could still feel the boat rocking gently beneath me. Waking in the night I found it hard to recall where I was and why. My brain was starting to transition back to the "real world" with internet and responsibilities and having to organize our own days again!

On the 4th, it was all about getting some walking in, making the most of our last hours and relaxing because tonight, we were sleeping upright in economy class or transitioning across Buenos Aires by car during the wee hours. It was not going to be pretty!

This was our boutique hotel on the hill. Worth the walk!

We found interesting places to eat. Not the least of which was this Triumph Cafe. I could almost imagine starting an epic motorbike trip from Tierra del Fuego and taking it all the way to North America. In another life, perhaps. My thoughts went to my British motorcycle guru/friend, Roger, who would have been in heaven here.

This dog knows where the good stuff is. Argentinian beef, cooked to perfection over the coals. The way he waited patiently outside lead me to believe it had and would pay off.

A little bit of silly is good for the soul!

And just like that, our time here in Ushuaia was over. 

We departed Tierra del Fuego around 8:30pm, a three and a half hour flight to BA. It took most of the 5 hours on the ground there to gather bags, transfer across town, recheck bags and clear security again. The flight to Panama City was about 8 hours I think. I was thrilled to have clear weather most of the flight and spent way too much time staring out the window at the Amazon jungle over Brazil and Colombia. It's beautiful! Vast and thick and alive, with tributaries feeding smaller rivers, feeding larger rivers. 

When the river changes direction, the jungle quickly fills the gap again... takes back the real estate! It feels like the natural order of things. 

Somewhere near or in the Gulf of Panama came this view of paradise and shortly thereafter, we landed at Panama's Tocumen Airport.

Sleep was always going to be a bit of a moving target today. We only had 90 minutes in Panama before the third and final flight, direct to Denver - barely enough for a bathroom break!

Then... Welcome home to us! Denver turned on it's famous blue sky. Kathy and Mike picked us up at the airport with smiles. 

And our fur-babies were waiting when we arrived!

Perfection!