Penguins and Polar Plunges: Inside Indre Rockefeller's Antarctic Excursion

Indre Rockefeller's Antarctica Travel Diary

After a long, cold NYC winter, Antarctica didn't sound like the most intuitive destination. That being said, we did manage to squeeze in a little summer sun en route through Buenos Aires.
After a long, cold NYC winter, Antarctica didn't sound like the most intuitive destination. That being said, we did manage to squeeze in a little summer sun en route through Buenos Aires.
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From BA we flew straight south to Ushuaia, Argentina.  The southernmost city in the world is framed by the Martial Mountains and the Beagle Channel, making for some great hiking and even greater views.
From BA we flew straight south to Ushuaia, Argentina. The southernmost city in the world is framed by the Martial Mountains and the Beagle Channel, making for some great hiking and even greater views.
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Given Ushuaia is the last stop en route to Antarctica, the weather felt decidedly less summery already.
Given Ushuaia is the last stop en route to Antarctica, the weather felt decidedly less summery already.
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The Tierra del Fuego National Park is home to “the post office at the end of the world.”
The Tierra del Fuego National Park is home to “the post office at the end of the world.”
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At the port of Ushuaia, we boarded our expedition boat headed for the Drake Passage, infamous for some of the roughest seas in the world and a notable right of passage for those headed to Antarctica.
At the port of Ushuaia, we boarded our expedition boat headed for the Drake Passage, infamous for some of the roughest seas in the world and a notable right of passage for those headed to Antarctica.
Photo: Courtesy of Indré Rockefeller
Of course, I traveled with my Paravel luggage.  I knew our products are water and stain-proof but it’s now good to know that they are also iceberg-proof.
Of course, I traveled with my Paravel luggage. I knew our products are water and stain-proof but it’s now good to know that they are also iceberg-proof.
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In my north hat in the south (pole). Every hat purchased means an investment in the fight against climate change, so I was willing to risk appearing geographically turned around for an important cause.
In my north hat in the south (pole). Every hat purchased means an investment in the fight against climate change, so I was willing to risk appearing geographically turned around for an important cause.
Photo: Courtesy of Indré Rockefeller
The light in Antarctica is otherworldly.  At times, it felt as if we had landed on another planet.
The light in Antarctica is otherworldly. At times, it felt as if we had landed on another planet.
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We came across majestic humpback whales swimming alongside our zodiac boats…
We came across majestic humpback whales swimming alongside our zodiac boats…
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… and some less life-like but nevertheless charming whales on my Paravel zip top pouches.
… and some less life-like but nevertheless charming whales on my Paravel zip top pouches.
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Morning rush hour at a Chinstrap penguin colony in Paradise Bay.
Morning rush hour at a Chinstrap penguin colony in Paradise Bay.
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The only other ships we saw while sailing through Antarctica were science research vessels.
The only other ships we saw while sailing through Antarctica were science research vessels.
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A steep mountain hike awaited us at Brown Station, one of approximately 30 summer research stations in Antarctica.
A steep mountain hike awaited us at Brown Station, one of approximately 30 summer research stations in Antarctica.
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Every once in a while, as we passed massive glaciers in the still Antarctic waters, we heard a thunderous clap, signaling the calving or splintering of a glacier.  While this is a natural phenomenon, the rate at which it is happening is no longer natural.
Every once in a while, as we passed massive glaciers in the still Antarctic waters, we heard a thunderous clap, signaling the calving or splintering of a glacier. While this is a natural phenomenon, the rate at which it is happening is no longer natural.
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While I expected to find large glaciers and floating icebergs, I was surprised by how dramatically mountainous the Antarctic landscape is.
While I expected to find large glaciers and floating icebergs, I was surprised by how dramatically mountainous the Antarctic landscape is.
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Not only does Antarctica have the cleanest air in the world, but also the Antarctic water is so clear that when you come across an underwater ice shelf, the water is bright blue.  It can feel as if you’re staring into Caribbean waters—that is, until you try to take off two pairs of gloves to take a photo.
At Cierva Cove; a shift in light can make an iceberg change color before your eyes.
At Cierva Cove; a shift in light can make an iceberg change color before your eyes.
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I could photograph icebergs all day. Floating amongst them feels something akin to walking amongst the architecture of a strange, beautiful city.
I could photograph icebergs all day. Floating amongst them feels something akin to walking amongst the architecture of a strange, beautiful city.
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The “polar plunge:” a 30-second, heart-stopping dive into freezing (literally) Antarctic water.  Why not?
The “polar plunge:” a 30-second, heart-stopping dive into freezing (literally) Antarctic water. Why not?
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My husband, Justin, getting a cold shoulder from a Gentoo penguin.
My husband, Justin, getting a cold shoulder from a Gentoo penguin.
Photo: Courtesy of Indré Rockefeller
We made a landing on Cuverville Island to walk amongst penguin colonies. It occurred to me how rare it is to be nothing more than a visitor and observer. Nothing around us had been created by humans and we were there simply to witness and not interrupt a busy day on Cuverville.

I recently had the opportunity to take part in the trip of a lifetime onboard a polar expedition to Antarctica.  The trip began with a short stop in Buenos Aires for some alfresco dining and quick visits to the San Telmo market, La Recoleta Cemetery, and Casa Cavia.  From BA, we took a straight shot south to Ushuaia, the southernmost city in the world, where mountaintop glaciers began popping up along the horizon on our afternoon hikes.  In the port of Ushuaia, we boarded our Quark Expedition boat, headed through the Drake Passage, toward the Antarctic Peninsula.

The Drake Passage, having earned a “rock and roll” (the other kind) reputation for some of the roughest seas in the world, didn’t disappoint.  The “Drake Shake,” as our captain described the 25-foot swells rocking our boat, felt something akin to a 48-hour amusement park ride.  Day three on the water, we were woken up on a still, quiet boat by a pre-dawn call, instructing us to gear up for landfall.  I pulled aside the curtains in our cabin, still groggy from a heavy dose of motion sickness medication, to find a spectacular, otherworldly scene.  Outside our window, softly reflected in the pre-dawn light, lay a stunning, sculptural world of ice, with sweeping snow-covered mountains on the horizon and small groups of penguins swimming alongside the boat.  And that was just the tip of the iceberg (quite literally!) of what lay in store for us once we changed out of our pajamas into layers upon layers of long underwear.

The trip was organized in partnership with The Nature Conservancy.  So, not only were we given the opportunity to walk with penguins, swim with whales (if you count a 30-second, heart-stopping plunge into freezing arctic waters “swimming”), and hike glaciers, but we were on board with climate scientists, marine biologists, and glaciologists who were able to show us how the Antarctic ecosystem is being affected by rising temperatures.

The long and short of what we learned? There is serious change happening.  Warmer oceans are leading to everything from drastic shifts in the Antarctic food chain to the destabilization of ice shelves, which are melting at unprecedented speed.  While these changes have big implications for our fan favorite penguins, we also learned how these seemingly small shifts in an ecosystem at the end of the earth can impact the rest of the globe.  If all of the ice melted in Antarctica, sea levels would rise over 200 feet. For perspective, given a sea level rise of just 3 feet, Hudson River Park, in my home island of Manhattan, would be best enjoyed by fish instead of people.

While this seems dire, our climate scientists onboard didn’t leave us without hope.  We are still in a (albeit rapidly closing) window in which it’s possible to forestall some pretty dramatic climate “weirding.”  It is the next 10 years that are the most critical to the next 10,000 years. So for the sake of those who live on the ice and those of us who only occasionally contend with it during freak “bomb cyclones,” let’s be the generation that does something about it.

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