The End of the World

Rough seas and foggy skies followed us for 2 1/2 days from Puerto Montt to Punta Arenas, Chile. The water was breathtaking – gray and grumpy – making for good core work on the treadmill.

Fortunately, in Punta Arenas the sun peaked through the fluffy white clouds and the wind blew gently. The town is known to be so windy in the summer that people cling to ropes, strung between the light poles, to keep from blowing away.

Summer days have the sun rising at 3:52 am and setting at 10:53 pm – a balmy 45 degrees and windy. The cold temperatures still have us wearing sun block since the ozone layer is non-existent.

We sailed through the Straits of Magellan and the glacier capped Beagle Passage which lead us to Ushuaia, Argentina on Christmas Day. Known as the End of the World. It is the most southerly town in the world. The air is crisp and the scenery stunning – where snow capped mountains meet the cold Pacific-ish.

Tomorrow we’ll sail around Cape Horn on our way to the Falkland Islands where penguins rule!

Our hearts are heavy today and the world is just too large for we are half a world away from our dear friends who lost their husband and father last night and we a close friend and partner. We will miss you Scott. What an honor to call you “Friend”.