We wondered, as 11 year olds do, what that research might look like. We talked about the discoveries, the history, the pioneers of the southernmost lands. All this before we had been given access to our home computers, before cell phones, with only encyclopedias sprawled before us on the ground (does anyone else remember encyclopedias? Just me?). I had checked out a couple books at the local library (support your local libraries, people!) and we were educating ourselves to the best of our abilities. Most importantly, we both knew we had to get there somehow.

We had plan A, and a backup plan B, to get us on the continent together.

What's plan A, you might ask? Well, we realized that Antarctica had all the basic staples of a long term scientific outpost, save one: all the adults we knew needed to golf or they'll die, and Antarctica didn't have a golf course! Thus, Plan A was born, and we were going to build a golf course at the south pole for all the scientists, so we could live down there too. If that failed, plan B was to become scientists ourselves and get picked for a research position. But we were pretty sure Plan A was imaginative enough to cut it.

I ended up losing contact through the years with my AntarctiGolf Co-Founder, and I couldn't bring myself to follow through with Plan A without him. So I settled on Plan B as a solo project. Guess what! I've got 5 degrees now! My creative writing skills had you fooled didn't they? I may write here on my hobby page like an idiot (I'm really just here to have a good time), but as it turns out numbers are my absolute jam. My god, do I love math and physics. I'm also very mechanically inclined, I became an emergency medical technician for the experience, I even taught myself French, mais juste une peu parce que je n'ai pas les amis qui pouvent parler francais avec moi, donc je peut lire mais je ne peut pas parler. Je continue d'étudié. I'm a pretty handy person to have around in a pinch, resourceful, optimistic, and an absolute sponge for new information.