Postcard from Ushuaia
A short post to say hello. Unbelievable here. After 20 hours in the air I arrived in Ushuaia, Argentina and by 11pm was finishing dinner and the sky was just getting dark. I arrived to gorgeous light and Ushuaia immediately had my heart. This is a really great town. On the edge of the end of the world, there’s a frontier feeling here, but the restaurants and stores are great and the whole amazing place is nestled, like my adopted hometown of Vancouver, between ocean and close-huddled mountains. I slept until 4am when the light woke me.
This morning a small handful of us chartered helicopters and flew to a small glacial lake, and the hiking and exploring I thought I might never do again doesn’t now seem so far off. I walked slowly, and a little awkwardly, but the Black Diamond trekking poles I brought were worth their weight in gold. It’s still a little tough-going and things I once did without thinking are a bit harder, but getting back onto that helicopter an hour later I felt more exhilarated than I have in a while. In part because I’m simply here in this amazing place, and in part because I am finally working again. Andrew Zuckerman, in a presentation for the 99% Conference, put it well when he identified two key ingredients of the creative process as curiosity and rigor. Today was the start of, or the renewal of, a rigor in my work that I’ve not had for 7 months now.
Tomorrow around 4pm we get on the Ocean Nova and head to sea. The weather’s kicked up a little and I’m told anyone with hopes for a calm crossing of the Drake Passage should lower their expectations. Foolishly, I keep thinking, “bring it on.” I have a feeling I’ll regret those prayers, but what doesn’t kill you only gives you something to blog about, right?
This’ll be the last post until my feet hit ground again on or around the 10th of December. Thanks for checking in!