My name is H.A. Larson and I am a Woman of a Particular Age. I occasionally write ghostly and horror novellas, as well as some editorials for different publications, from my desk in the Midwest. I'm a hiker, adventurer, and traveler. I'm an ex-pat in-training that likes wine and Renaissance Faires. I'm a music fanatic and I much prefer a book over television.
When I went to Ireland back in November of 2014, I went with my best friend, Keith. After that trip, Keith made a vow to travel to every continent, so it wasn't long before he went to Germany, Australia, Peru, and South Africa. Unfortunately, his trip to Asia in 2017 was cut short by the death of his father. While his trip there is rescheduled, his trip to Antarctica was still in the cards for late 2018, and so I dropped him off at the airport, excited for him but slightly jealous.
This image and all others of Antarctica are courtesy of my best friend, Keith.
In my life, I've known and met plenty of people who have traveled all over the world, but I've never, ever known anyone who's actually gone to Antarctica. Keith flew to Argentina where he caught a large boat from Tierra del Fuego on the Southernmost tip of South America.
Wow, just wow.
They made a few pit stops on islands around the continent before finally setting foot on Antarctica itself.
I can't even imagine how amazing this must have been for him to stand in this spot and admire, not only the majestic beauty of it but to contemplate being where he was.
Nearly a month after he arrived back home, I received the postcard he sent me from the post office in Antarctica (how cool is that?!).