Watching stylized Westerns and 19th Century Arctic expeditions. The century nomenclature has always bothered me, although it does make sense if you were there from the very beginning. 

The Franklin Expedition departed England in the year 1845... Which is in the 19th Century. 

I hate it. 

I'll probably never see the Northwest Passage in person. I'm okay with that. The Artic tundra is not my domain. 

I dwell in deserts, in the dust and the heat and the carrion birds circling over head as I pretend to lie dead; only to spring to my feet when they finally land, and laugh and laugh and laugh.