I have lived an amazing and blessed life being raised by parents who knew the value of travel. From a very young age, my sister and I were taken on road trips across the U.S., seeing our very diverse country.
When my father retired, his dream was to see the world. Excited about his good fortune, he came to me and asked, “Where would you go if you could go anywhere in the world?” Always, wanting to see the unique, I half-jokingly replied, “Antarctica,” thinking there was no way it was even a possibility. I found myself ringing in the New Year by sailing across the Drake Passage to walk among the penguins. It was at that exact moment the adventure bug hit me with a vengeance!
We then decided we wanted to see the Arctic as well. We booked a kayaking trip, 80° north, at the tip of Ellesmere Island (which is Canada’s northernmost island). For two weeks we lived out of our kayaks, eating lunch on icebergs, and exploring ruins from Thule, Dorset and Viking cultures. To top it off, I had the most exhilarating experience as a narwhal swam toward me, eyeing me as it passed below, under my kayak.