[Note to Mom: Don\u2019t read this one.]<\/p>\n
There are great ways to start the day (think: a hot cup of tea, the newspaper, a bicycle ride, SportsCenter, the face of a loved one) and then there\u2019s standing harnessed to the bow of a lurching 100-year old schooner at 6am (which is more accurately about 3 or 4am since we\u2019ve maintained the same \u201cship time\u201d while crossing at least two time zones), peering through the pre-twilight dark and horizontally wind-driven ice, trying to distinguish potentially threatening icebergs (smaller than an oven: not dangerous; bigger than a refrigerator, definitely so; anything in between: your guess is as good as mine) from the white foamy churn of waves piling over themselves, and then seeing a massive gleaming mass roll over a swell at the limit of visibility, a glowing white chunk unmistakable for anything but a hulking solid state of H2O, and realizing with startling urgency\u2014\u201cshit, this is what I\u2019m here for\u201d\u2014immediately turning with flailing arms and yelling at lungs\u2019 top \u201cBIG PIECE OF ICE\u201d repeatedly so that Barbara (of the Noorderlicht crew, now helming the wheel through this tenuous stretch) will hear, apparently yelling loud enough to awaken a sleeping Vikram in his cabin below, and then watching with a certain helpless angst as the boat laboriously banks against its 8 knots of momentum and Force 6 tailwinds to port, and the broad, jagged white mass pushes closer, on a seemingly target-tracked course to the bow, before finally, after the slowest of seconds, the Noorderlicht pulls left, not sharply, but enough to let this iceberg\u2014now obvious to be the size of a 15-passenger van, or maybe even a box truck\u2014glide harmlessly off of starboard, an innocent chunk bobbing along, perhaps beautiful and awesomely intricate in another setting.
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\nSo, yes, on this Sunday, our opinion of ice has changed. Long gone are the warm, welcoming sentiments of yesterday. Ice is now our enemy, and we want desperately to be away from it. Which is getting trickier, as some odd developments and oceanographic anomalies have sort of pocketed us in a swooping arm of this ice flow, which we thought we\u2019d soon be around, but which to the downtrodden spirits of many, curved east just about where we thought it\u2019d end, so that we must now turn with it, backtracking in a very real sense. As I write late on Sunday evening, we\u2019re traveling due north\u2014which isn\u2019t proving all that helpful to crew morale. The ice flow, it seems, has formed a large \u201creverse J-curve\u201d at it\u2019s southern terminus, and we\u2019ve no choice but to follow it back east then north to wrap around and get back outside of it.<\/p>\n
This is interesting for a number of reasons (if, meanwhile, totally confusing, causing more than a bit of anxiety, and plenty frustrating). To the best of the onboard oceanographers\u2019 knowledge (and the very arctic-experienced ship\u2019s crew), this sweeping tail of the East Greenland ice flow is totally unique. An anomaly.<\/p>\n
So, as we backtrack, our sea-weary crew all figure out how personally to mentally accept one more (at least) day at sea. At the trip\u2019s outset, when most folks had their minds (and hearts) set on a Friday arrival in Greenland, I put Sunday in my head as an arrival day, as I prefer to play the psychological game of preparing myself for the worst (well, not the best, at least) case scenario and enjoying a pleasant surprise rather than a disappointment. I didn\u2019t shoot quite far enough.<\/p>\n
Representative quotes of the day: \u201cWell, you said we were heading to the \u2018front lines of climate change.\u2019 There\u2019s the front line.\u201d -Ben to David, on the odd appendage of ice flow.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish ice were warm.\u201d –Liam, on ice\u2019s cruel tendency to cause discomfort while on watch.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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