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One last time. . .Don't Cry For. . .well, you know.
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- Final Riffs & Reflections On A Magnificent Journey
- Ice, Ice Baby (Part Deux)
- Sealed With A Kiss
- Bubbles! Bubbles! Bubbles! (Or, “Krillin’ & Chil...
- Don't Tell Carol I Posted These Polar Plunge Photos
- Empty Nest, But No Grass Growing Under Our Feet
- Blue-eyed Shag
- Photos Of The Ship
- They Call Me Stat Boy For A Reason
- Their Special Porpoise
- A Bit Of Broadway To Commemorate The Trip
- What Antarctica Photos Taken By Professionals Look...
- Life Is A Penguin Highway, I'm Gonna Waddle It All...
- Penguins At Neko Harbour
- Official Lindblad Expedition Reports
- When You Take Over 1,000 Pictures of Whales & Thei...
- In Which Our Hero Gets Shamed for Telling "A Dad J...
- Tripping the Light Fantastic
- A Different Kind of Magic Kingdom
- Antarctica Trip Riffs. . .Endurance!
- Of Ports & Penguins
- Kayaking Antarctica (Well, Not The Whole Continent...
- Adelie Penguins on Torgersen
- Crabeater Seals Near Palmer Station
- Maybe I'll Be Fast As You
- You're As Cold As Ice
- Penguins In The (Snowy) Mist
- Sometimes It’s Not What You Know, It’s Who You Kno...
- A Sublime Zodiac Trip Through the Ice
- Pictures from Palmer Station
- Approaching Palmer Station
- Throwback To Tuesday -- More Penguin Pictures!
- A Unique Iceberg, and a Whale of a Time
- Ice, Ice, Baby
- A Penguin Comfortable In His Ownself
- Antarctic Mountains In The Sun & Clouds
- Tabular Ice Berg At Sunrise.
- Into Every Life A Little Fog Must Fall
- The Beginning of the End. . .of the World
- Juvenile Elephant Seal
- A Few Penguin pics
- OMG -- Penguins, Penguins, Penguins -- Part Tres
- Quick Update
- Last Batch of Photos from Buenos Aires
- A couple more photos from Buenos Aires
- Photo Set One -- Buenos Aires
- Paying the Drake Tax
- We've Got No Beef With the Food
- Like The Difference Between Night & Day
- Don't Cry for Me. . .Well, You Know The Rest
- We Didn’t Meet Pablo Escobar, But A Drug Doesn’t H...
- Like The Antarctic Explorers of Yore. . .
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About Me
- The Iron Tourist
- Our oldest daughter nicknamed me the "Iron Tourist" during our trip to Hawaii in 2005. . .primarily because I believe daylight is for doing stuff while on vacation -- seeing the sights, being active, constant whirlwind of activity. If I'm going to pay good money to be on vacation, I try to make the most of it -- there is so much to see and do, relaxing can wait for summer evenings at home (well, summer evenings that don't include swim meets or softball!).
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