The Travels of My Bag

Presumably, after galavanting around the South Pacific, my missing bag decided to show up. I was watching television at my hotel (The Elms) at 8pm tonight and the phone rang. I was very excited because I thought it would be the front desk telling me my flight tomorrow would be cancelled. Ha! No such luck. However, I was lucky that they had my bag at "Reception" and I should come pick it up. Upon dragging this 51.5 pound monster to my room (I already had my 70 pound duffle bag) it looked no worse for wear, but had many new tags on it. I have no idea where it went, but I was glad it found its way "home"!

Ten Years of Luggage Tags

I'm leaving in a couple of hours to start my journey to Antarctica.
it will be my 12th season overall and I'm looking forward to seeing Lynn,
old friends and getting to work.

Ten years ago, October 5th, we made it to the Ice for the first time It seems
like so long ago, yet it also seems to have gone by so quickly. Every year,
The United States Antarctic Program asks that each person place a luggage
tag on their bags that is provided by the program. We've kept at least one
of them from each year we've headed south. These luggage tags have
a lot of miles on them!