These graves are the remnants of one of the most infamous Arctic expeditions of all time. Out here, standing alone on this rock are four simple wooden headstones. Sheets of ice float by in the bay, a crisp wind whips across its pebble beaches and there are no signs of life. No trees, nothing, just pebble beach backed by mountains.Įven in summer, it can be well below freezing on this island. Way, way up north, far in the Canadian Arctic, there’s a lonely windswept island. So in order for me to have enough time to take my life-changing trip, we are presenting a couple of life changing trips from Atlas Obscura that capture their adventurous and curious spirit. They write books, they host experiences, they lead excursions and they have a podcast that I really enjoy. Atlas Obscura is the definitive guide to the world’s hidden wonders. This is something the team at Atlas Obscura figured out a long time ago. Experiencing as much of the world as possible is something that I need to place a little closer to the foundation of my hierarchy of needs.
And after leaving the islands, my first thought was I have to do this more often. For 40 years of my life, I could barely conceive of doing this kind of trip, but I have that privilege now. I’ll probably end up doing this story about it someday, despite myself, but fundamentally I was there just to be there and it was amazing. You don’t touch them but you can just walk real close to them and take a picture. They have no fear of humans at all and you can just walk right up to them. They don’t move, since there are no predators. My family hiked and swam with these astounding creatures in this completely foreign landscape. Also, the flightless cormorant, who keeps his wings open while he’s just standing on a lava rock. I’m on Fernandina Islands, where the marine iguanas are very plentiful. Last week I was in the Galapagos islands, which for me is the ultimate travel destination. They just sneeze on each other and lay on each other and they seem like they enjoy life pretty well. Occasionally, if you can make it through the sound of the waves and the wind, you can hear them spitting out salt water from their nose. And I am standing in the Galapagos in front of a congress of marine iguanas.
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