Looking out the window of the plane yesterday, I was ecstatic when I realized that no, that’s not a very lost sailboat on the water down there. No, indeed, ladies and gentlemen…
IT’S A HUGE HONKIN’ CHUNK OF FLOATING ICE
And it is not alone.
Yes, folks, welcome to the Arctic. Resolute Bay, specifically. We arrived here yesterday after roughly seven hours of flights up from Ottawa. This will be our last stop before hopping a twin-otter plane to Axel Heiberg Island, two hours even further north of here.
The word barren, while accurate, does not do justice to the Arctic. It is starkly beautiful.
Sleeping in the tent last night was less than cozy (note to self: wear a hat to bed), but I am still excited out of my mind to be here. We are hopefully flying to Axel in half an hour, but the fog may postpone our departure. Visibility is maybe 200 meters at most. Not prime flying weather.
It’s quite a hike from our camp at Axel to the nearest internet access, so this may be the last you hear from me for a while. Stay tuned…