Extreme weather boots.
Balaclava (baklava, optional)
Back, neck, hand and foot heat packs
The list was long.
About this time three years ago, I was packing for an arctic adventure.
A suburban sunrise reminds me of the spectrum of blue hues native to East Greenland’s extraordinary landscape.
A city-scape sunset recalls the serenity I felt
gazing at a mountain chain underlined by the sea on the distant shore.
A scrubbed sky brings to mind the wide-eyed wonder that made my heart somersault at the sight of an ancient block of ice, paralyzed by a long winter’s nap, patiently waiting
to break loose and wander the world in its original state,
free to splash upon distant shores, including the bay near my home.
The drone of a passing plane transports me to the helipad where once a week on Wednesdays the whine and whirr of steel blades sliced the deafening silence to the accompaniment of a chorus of children eager to greet newcomers to their remote Eden.
My neighborhood’s barking dogs at play evoke feelings of my own excitement, as well as what turned out to be unfounded trepidation, at spending four days and three nights traveling on dog sleds in sub-zero temperatures. The mere sight of us preparing to head out set off a chain reaction of yowls and howls of joy over finally getting back to work…
Greenland ~ Kalaallit Nunaat ~ Ittoqqortoormiit ~ At least once a day for the last one-thousand-seven-hundred-sixty-four days, in some way, shape, or form I have thought of this stunning land, this far off village and its gracious, tenacious, welcoming people who have taken up residence in a corner of my heart. Qujanaq to everyone who helped make this a safe and remarkable experience.
And Thank You, Dear Reader,
for stopping by today
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For more about the trip, press HERE.