I woke early in the morning, to the visual of the Beagle Channel. Ushuaia may call itself the ''End of the World'', but I knew better. There's a whole isolated continent at the bottom of the world, and I'd just been there. I stepped on the Antarctic continent twice: my journey through ice, wind and stormy weather a glorious one. John Steinbeck said it best: ''. . .we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.''
Now I transferred to the airport enroute back to Washington, DC hoping to inspire my social networks to explore earth to appreciate its beauty.