I start the week long journey back to Antarctica tomorrow.
Tomorrow also marks exactly one year since I first stepped foot onto that crazy, coldest, highest, driest, windiest continent.
Today I'll be oscillating between packing and enjoying things I know I'm going to miss. Just one last tuna melt with fresh dill and tomatoes. Just one last stroll up behind the house into the mountains. Just one last Montana sunset.
Oy. Summer is over for me.