As a kid I remember being glued to Sunday night TV as my parents went about their business. I don’t know if they purposely put on the National Geographic channel because it was something they were interested in, or because it was something that would be a good learning thing for my older brother and I. I was fascinated by all things adventure whether it was sports, wildlife… you name it. I don’t think I ever blinked throughout viewing those programs and would often be singing myself to sleep with the theme song to Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom (Only Baby Boomers are gonna understand that reference). Anyway, I grew up on the southern tip of Lake Michigan and learned to surf and windsurf in high school, quickly garnering subscriptions to surfing, windsurfing and, yes, National Geographic magazine.
Fast forward and adventure is still alive and well, despite all the crazy things going on in the world. Take your pick between Covid, divisive politics, racism, fires etcetera etcetera to come in and rain on the good-old-fashioned human spirit. A world war was bearing down on Sir Ernest Shackleton’s bid to cross Antarctica from sea-to-sea via the South Pole when disaster struck and his ship Endurance became
