Being with the little chinstraps on this tiny Antarctic beach, watching the seals frolic in the sea and laze on the land, hearing and seeing the giant petrels nesting on the bluffs behind the beach and above our heads, all paying little or no heed to our presence, gave me that wilderness feeling I’ve only experienced a few times before in Alaska and on the South Atlantic shore of Argentina. It’s like being present when the world was new, pristine and maybe even innocent. And to realize this is not a zoo, this is the real Antarctic world. What a gift and a blessing that is! Man does not govern this world, plan it, organize it, or keep it going all we can do is either leave it all to Mother Nature or muck it up and/or destroy it.
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