Our last day was on the backside of Greenwich Island – unfortunately not the amazing stuff we’d cruised by the day before, but in a more protected harbor that offered decent access to wildlife viewing. Our group still wanted to ski, so we went for the only skiable thing we could see . . .

We quickly cruised by the boat around lunchtime and then took the afternoon across the bay at a Chilean base . . . more lovely time in the sun, taking advantage of every skiable moment until our 4pm departure. We got lucky too because just after we got on shore, the wind came up and everybody else got shut down for skiing due to time constraints and zodiac challenges. I was pretty happy we managed to squeak in . . .

We skied the first coolie in perfect corn and then went around the corner to a mini-couloir . . . because, well, why not?!?

Our last run was a booter up to the point we could ski the lovely apron back to the seals and back to the water . . . a great note to end the trip on!!

Back on the boat, it was time to sail north . . . we departed as we had arrived: under sunny skies 🙂 Cruising away was bitter-sweet. It was so beautiful and the skiing so unique, it was of course hard to go. But, on the other hand, I felt sort of ready as well . . . Antarctica is a pretty intense place, being on a boat with 100 other skiers in a microcosm of the ski industry is pretty intense, the Zen sessions were intense . . .

And on the way back, we got to round Cape Horn again . . . pretty cool to do, although neither time have I experienced the famous rough seas . . . probably for the better in reality!!!!

And then it was back to Ushuaia . . . . my last night on the boat was actually pretty cool – it had just become apparent that my Aconcagua plans had fallen through so I was definitely in flux. But, it’s always so interesting to be grounded in the silver lining whenever the less preferred version of life is occurring. And so, I really enjoyed good conversation with a few folks on the boat, staring into the sky and feeling the cool breeze on my cheeks, and just generally basquing in quiet . . .