SUBLIMING

EREBUS AND TERROR GULF, ANTARCTIC PENINSULA

Floating ice shelves, ice islands, ice capes, towering ice cliffs appear port side. Looming large. Close.

White continent rises from black waters as we cruise through peninsular portals. Antarctica’s here!

I’m alone on deck three. Hugging the railing against bracing spray. Looking out from where outward looking is most possible. We’re a small ship in an immense landscape making our way slowly and getting smaller.

Inside, it’s warm and the music is playing. Guests lounge over drinks and coffee-table books of sublime icescapes, savoring their distraction. I find shelter in the port-side doorway, between frames.