The camp of New Harbor was deserted, but if one was still and observant, one could hear that it was filled with echoes of past adventures and whispers of the history of science exploration. As only a chosen few have had a chance to visit and use this camp as a staging area for discovery, it was like entering a shrine of adventure and discovery and a chapel for the thrill of being alive. Although modest in most respects, two rac tents laid side to side with a corridor connecting the two, it felt remarkably spacious considering we were at the head of the Dry Valleys 70 km away from McMurdo. At the site, another shrine had been erected, signs posted of galvanize metal declaring that two of the Dry Valley Drilling Project Sites were located here. A bit of early Antarctic exploration had occurred here, in this now isolated locale. I stood and my heart wept with the joy of being able to see a bit of history and having my soul be touched in such a special chord by this rare beauty. I also felt that I had come home, for a mere 18 km offshore from this coastline is where I will be co leading an expedition next year. A dream that is coming closer and closer to becoming true.
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