Our Omora friends
are in the Chronicle of Higher Education!
Tracing Darwin’s Path, the field EP program I put together, is the core of this UNESCO biocultural education initiative. I miss Puerto WIlliams and the Cape Horn Archipelago!
(So why did I leave it? Because I was raised a yankee, and can only visit the rest of the world. This is where I belong.)
I love my Omora friends. When the time right, I’ll invite you to go to Omoraland with me.
OH—the panorama was taken on a rare clear day from the top of Mt. Kater which juts like a canine from Isla Hermite, an island that concludes America. The island farthest to the right is Cape Horn. Our captain (in the fishing boat down in the bay) harangued us until we switched off the walky-talkies; he was begging us to descend from the windless peak. Days like this are the most dangerous, he swore, because squalls appear out of the calm without warning, followed by horror, panic and death. By the time we left, four hours later, the winds-at-our-back were kicking up whitecaps and the rain began to fall. For the next week, we were pinned to a cliff on Isla Wollaston, going out of our minds while a hurricane-strength storm engulfed everything you see.
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