Arrival in Antarctica

Well, I'm geeking out. I'm in Antarctica. Shit, I'm in antarctica . . . holy shit, I'm in Antarctica.
A week of plane rides, long lines and people talking at me is finally over.
I arrived to McMurdo aboard a C-17 on Monday October 16, 2006. The temperature: -21 degrees fahrenheit. The windchill: -33. Never has the sensation of freezing flesh felt so refreshing. The second I stepped onto the polar ice shelf, a deep smile froze to my face. The continent felt unique. I knew these first steps were special, I knew great things were about to happen . . .