Rhythm of the Wind


Another group of travelers on the tundra lodge on our same trip contributed to this poem, with our guide, Annie, providing the glue to tie it all together. Beautiful!


The Rhythm of the wind

Wind jostles me insignificant

If I was lighter I’d blow away

Like the fox earlier today.

You can see the wind.

If I was lighter I’d blow away

Let this feeling of desolation take me

You can see the wind

Pierce the emptiness.

Let this feeling of desolation take me

Down the tracks

Pierce the emptiness

A tourist, as in one that takes a journey.

Down the tracks

Where the plants, trees, rocks endure

A tourist, as in one that takes a journey

Invigorated and alive.

Where the plants, trees, rocks endure

The whirling dervish spins

Invigorated and alive

Ghost like wind you can actually see.

The whirling dervish spins

And I see distance in a new way in this

Ghost like wind you can actually see.

We are the visitors here.

I see distance in a new way

Cleansing, sterile maybe

We are the visitors here,

As in one who has made a journey.

Where in the World


Self portrait looking up at the mirrored ceiling at the Winnipeg Art Gallery.

One of the reasons I’m a photographer is that I like being behind the camera, instead of in front. I didn’t mind being in photos when I was younger and much thinner than I am today. The truth is, this is what I look like and people see me look like this every day. Who am I fooling?

Here’s one of my favorite pictures from Antarctica. It was taken by my good friend and travel buddy, Delia. I’m still overweight and…my expression is a little goofy, but what is so great about the photo is the story it tells.


I’m working to get out from behind the camera more so that I can be part of my travel story. My friends and family like seeing me in these incredible places and surprisingly, I’m finding that I do too. There is a limit, however. I won’t be showing you the photos of the polar plunge. I do have a signed document certifying that I took part in the Antarctica Polar Plunge, but those photos are in my private collection.

Are you part of the story, or hiding behind the camera?


Day Eight- Back to Civilization

Wednesday, October 30th

I was up early and the first one in the lounge. It was nice to catch up on my journal. Looking out, the wind is back with larger snowflakes, and…yes they are blowing sideways. As the journey begins, it comes to an end. There is technically one more day before we fly home. I am really sorry to be leaving. While I miss people at home, this has been such a wonderful place. After saying goodbye to Chubby, the bear who has taken over the area around the lodge, we left while it was still dark and headed to Churchill.


This is Chubby, the bear that hung around the lodge. We all got a little emotional saying goodbye. He was lit up by the early morning Tundra Lodge lights. He’s clearly been in quite a few fights.

Delia, Marcus from Brazil, and I were going to take a helicopter ride this morning, so they dropped us off at the Polar Bear Jail, where another Nat Hab employee picked us up. The Polar Bear Jail is a place where they put bears that have come too close to town. It’s kept cold and bears are just given water. As quickly as they can, they airlift the bears out and away from town. If a female bear and cub/s are caught, they go out right away so that the bear won’t be too stressed around the male bears. No one is allowed in. I think they had eleven bears in there.

On our way to the helicopter company, we saw a red fox. He was a bit too far away  and moving too fast, but I happened to catch a few shots.


We arrived at Hudson Bay Helicopters and were assigned to fly with Eric. As we climbed aboard the chopper, I got more and more excited. I was in the front seat with my camera in hand. Just as we started up into the sky, we set back down again. The wind had really picked up and the snow was swirling around. Two other helicopters had taken off just a minute before and couldn’t see each other. It was too dangerous to fly. I was disappointed, but really appreciated that the company’s focus was safety. So…no flight means more time and money for SHOPPING!!!


We were settled in the helicopter, ready to take off, when the wind increased.


Helicopters already up, landed quickly in the blizzard.

So, we met our group and hit a couple of the stores, including the Eskimo Museum. The museum has incredible Inuit carvings and art. There is a stuffed polar bear. As I stood next to the display case, it was clear how big he was. I would guess about four feet high at the top of his back. I would not want to be ground level with a polar bear. 

I wanted to go to the gallery, so I set off on my own in the snowstorm. We’d been given the Polar Bear Alert Rules prior to getting off the bus. If you see a bear, don’t run. Walk into the nearest business, house, car, etc. The residents of Churchill leave everything unlocked just in case someone needs protective shelter. The hood of my coat was so big, I kept pushing it back and looking in all directions just in case. It’s a little creepy, especially when it is hard to see. Then…I slipped and landed on my butt. Thank goodness there is extra padding. 🙂

We met for lunch in Churchill and then headed to the airport. If the helicopter trip got cancelled, could they possibly cancel the flight? I have to admit that my fingers were crossed. I wouldn’t have been disappointed to stay an additional day. But as one of the staff members said, “If we didn’t fly in this weather, we’d never be able to do business.” So off we flew.

The shower….hmmm….a long hot shower back at the Fort Garry Hotel in Winnipeg was magnificent. Then we met our group for the final cocktail hour. It was a great chance to connect once more before we all went back to our busy lives. I hope to stay in touch with a number of very special people. As I went through the list in my journal, I was happy to see that I had a chance to sit down and get to know almost everyone. There are just a couple people I missed out of thirty+.


Photo courtesy of Sylvio Michel, our friend from Australia. Thanks Sylvio!

Thank you all for sharing this incredible journey with me. All of our laughs, conversations and memories will stay with me for a very long time. I am a very lucky person.



White suitcase on white bacgroundI think I’d travel with about any company who was willing to send someone out to pack my bags. I know…I shouldn’t wait until the day before to put everything in the suitcase. I just can’t help myself. Hey…at least I’m packing the day before and not the morning of. That’s progress.

My plan is to finish up tonight, drink a glass of wine, get to bed early and rise very early just to make sure all the batteries are charged and that I have all the right cables. I may need a suitcase just to hold all the cords. There’s the laptop power cable, the Canon 7D battery charging cable, the backup hard drive cable, the phone charging cable, the camera card installing cable…I hope that’s all.

Tomorrow at this time we should already be in Winnipeg and headed to the Fort Garry Hotel. That’s when I will probably discover what I forgot. Good news? I’ll be in a big city with my credit card to make it all right. Less than 24 hours to go. Yippee!!

(Thank you, Travis, for holding down the fort.)

Never too Late


Elsa, you go girl!!

I’m definitely one who loves a new adventure. Adventure is a relative term. I don’t climb mountains or jump out of planes. I don’t even hike or bike for days at a time. I do love to travel to unusual places. I’m not a beach and umbrella drink kind of girl, at least for more than a day or two. When I go on vacation, I want to go where “no man” has gone before. Or at least where most people aren’t interested in going.

Why? For several reasons…first of all, I don’t like crowds. I like to be able to see, contemplate and really take in a new experience. I met a friend a few weeks ago that I only have known on social media. She cracked me up when she told me she didn’t really like people in general. I have those times, so I can definitely relate. I’m an introvert and I like to be alone sometimes, or almost alone, so I can recharge my batteries, so to speak.

The second reason I travel to places like Antarctica and Africa is because I’m fascinated by nature and wildlife. One of my favorite channels to watch is the National Geographic channel. A beach is a beach is a beach. I can be served drinks on a beach in Florida or Mexico or Tel Aviv. There are only a few places in the world where I can see three cheetah hunt zebra and where I can take a photograph that has cheetah in the foreground with wildebeest and zebra watching them. Oh, did I forget to mention that there is an elephant grazing (do elephants graze?) in the far background. And…there are only a few places where you can see polar bears in the wild.

Which brings me back to Elsa. Elsa, at 100, is headed to Churchill, Manitoba to see the polar bears. If my timing is right, she is flying with a group from Winnipeg today to board the Tundra Lodge in Churchill for several days worth of “once in a lifetime” polar bear viewing. A Natural Habitat Adventure staff member heard about her desire to go and the company made it happen. I love it when people help others make their dreams come true.

Elsa, you inspire me. I hope I am experiencing new things my whole life, too. Just wish I was there to see your face when you see the first of many polar bears. I’ll be there in a few weeks sharing your delight. We are both lucky girls.