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Homeward Bound

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We could hear the plane, but could not see it through the fog that was quickly descending. When Steve had spoken to the pilot six minutes ago, we could see the six kilometers across Carl Ritter Bay, and the cloud ceiling was at 1200 feet. But now, it was dropping fast, and with it, our chances of the Twin Otter landing were fast diminishing. The plane flew overhead and then away. You could hear a pin drop as all of us keened our ears for the sound of the plane returning. Minutes passed. And we all thought, that was it. But then we heard the plane again, zooming by somewhere in the clouds off to our right. And then silence. Now we couldn’t see across the Bay. The clouds were maybe at 500 feet.

That is when Steve called the pilot a second time on our satellite phone. The pilots were trying hard. They knew our story, that we had been out for 33 days, that we had limited rations, and that we were standing there on the tundra in the snow and rain. We were stuck at 81 degrees North latitude, some of the most isolated people on the planet. They also knew that if they couldn’t land, we would still have to pay the $35,000 charter fee.

But still, there was no safe way to break through the clouds. The surrounding mountains were enveloped in fog.

Then, like magic, the plane appeared. A mere 300 feet above the ground it circled above us, looking for the airstrip, a flat spot on the tundra, just 900 feet long. And then the Twin Otter disappeared again. For five of the longest minutes in our lives, we waited in the freezing cold, wet, as the plane dipped in and out of the clouds, circling ever lower. 200 feet, 150 feet, 100 feet, 50 feet. Was the pilot going to land? And then, at the last possible moment, it did, using just 450 feet of the strip we had prepared earlier that week.

Now we are back in “civilization.” We’ve got four walls around us, and the rain outside is of no concern to us. We are safely ensconced at Atco’s Airport Inn in Resolute Bay, Canada. Our task now is to rest, and then, when enough time has passed to start the year long process of making a film about our adventures in the High Arctic sea ice.

-Diana

 

Fog

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The fog has descended. The ceiling is low. It is cold. And it does not look like conditions will change soon. We are huddled in our tents, not cold, but not exactly toasty either. We are hoping conditions will change. If not, the Twin Otter will not come to pick us up tomorrow. Up here, in this mountainous environment pilots fly by line of sight. They do not rely on instruments. If it is foggy tomorrow, we will stay.

As “keeper of the keys” to the larder, this is a scenario I have been worrying about. Things were not looking too good, but then Mike found a dry bag with four dinners in it! Now we have enough food for three days of waiting. We won’t be pigging out, but we won’t go hungry either. Either way, we are all dreaming of the comforts of ‘civilization’: salads, hot showers, tacos, unlimited amounts of toilet paper… After thirty three days, we are all ready to leave. For me, our eminent departure is bittersweet. This is an environment I love. In this austerity, every flower, every plant, each insect, is noticed. There is nothing extra. Every bit of life stands out.

I am not sure if I will ever return here, or even if I want to return here. This journey has shown us that travel in Nares Strait is not possible, not in the way it was even fifteen years ago. Ice conditions have changed as the Arctic has warmed. So while I really want to return home, to eat tomatoes from the garden, to lie in the shade of a tree, to smell fresh cut grass and wood smoke, to watch fireflies, and to listen to crickets on a summer’s night, I know that I will miss it here.

But please, Fog, lift. Let us leave Carl Ritter Bay, our most beautiful and otherworldly home for this past week.

-Diana

Enjoying Ice

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Another placid day in Carl Ritter Bay! After breakfast (vanilla pudding and oatmeal), we paddled out to a large ice floe on the other side of the bay. It was glorious. After our month of incredibly windy weather, we are rejoicing in the calm. Calm is also good for filming, which we did a lot of today.

When we got out to the ice floe, Chris deployed his wave buoys. This was the first chance that he has had to do this, to safely paddle up to a large floe and leave the two buoys he has been carrying around this whole time. Tomorrow, our task is to find that same floe again.

While hanging at the floe, a posse of Ring Seals visited. They were so curious, sticking their heads up out of the water, seriously checking us out – for hours. And that was before we fired up the stove and started in on grilled cheese. True confession here: I broke ranks and had a grilled peanut butter/hot cocoa sandwich: think desperate attempt at a Nutella substitute. Yum!

And then, on the way back to our camp, with the sun hanging low on the horizon, the water without even a ripple, the silence was broken by the heavy breathy rustling of a walrus. This walrus wanted us to know it was there. It followed us for a bit, never getting too close, but close enough to make me a bit nervous. Walrus are the one animal that polar bears are wary of.

And now, it is night. We just finished a dinner of cheesy noodles. Chocolate Pudding is waiting for us to mix in with our oats tomorrow. After thirty days in the wilderness, we are excited about any new combination.

-Diana

I Love You Carl Ritter Bay

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Carl.

Carl.

Carl Ritter.

I love you Carl Ritter Bay.

Carl Carl Carl Carl Carl.

As one can tell we are positioned in the lovely Carl Ritter Bay, our third day of calm and relaxing conditions. For once in a month we have had the luxury of enjoying the world of the high Arctic. Of course a day up here would be incomplete without hard labor, and most of our day was occupied with repairing an old airstrip for our departure from our new home. Still, we are happy to be here, filming, kayaking and hiking in the relative warmth and lower winds!

-Chris

Carl Ritter Bay

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We made it! The wind dropped, the sun came out, the pack ice stayed far from shore. Finally, we had the conditions that we had been expecting all along. Calm waters, the sun rippling in the wake of our kayaks, thousands of black guillemots flying in and around us – the last eight kilometers flew by. It was a magical evening of paddling. We could have gone on forever.

Carl Ritter Bay is everything we could have hoped for, minus the sauna, hot springs, jacuzzi, palm trees and espresso bar. Looking forward to exploring this area in the days to come!

-Diana

Food

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Last night we had the lamb dinner, our favorite – dried lamb in a sauce of dried roasted onions, tomatoes, peppers and olives, served with orzo – except for maybe the carbonara or the dried chicken with Thai coconut sauce. There are six dinners on this trip that repeat over and over again. Besides those three are a chicken curry with dried fruit and veg, an adzuki bean chili with polenta, and lentils. The lentil one didn’t quite work out as planned, but tweaked a bit, cooked up with some salami and noodles and a few bouillon cubes it makes an awesome soup, good for lunch too.

Planning meals for this 33 day long journey was a mind boggling affair – huge spread sheets, lots of online shopping at sights that catered to both hikers and preppers, and a million trips to grocery stores to find cheap organic foods. The final shop was done in a specialty cheese shop in Quebec. After a world class tasting experience, Bryce and I walked out of there with $320 worth of premium cheeses and meats. This was the one item we didn’t want to mess up on. As was explained to us by the man behind the counter, we could get by with less food by choosing products with more intense flavors. Needless to say, never having done this, I was a bit stressed that either there wouldn’t be enough food or that there would be too much for our tight constraints: our total Twin Otter load including us and the kayaks was just 2000 pounds, and space in the kayaks is at a premium.

But so far it has worked! Although we miss everything we don’t have (conversation revolves constantly around dumplings, burritos and chocolate cake), the weeks spent drying meat, roasted onions, grated carrots and bell peppers has paid off. Dinners are really good and filling and easy to prepare.

As everyone should know by now, we eat grilled cheese for lunch. What we never talk about is breakfast. Except for the odd pancake breakfast, it is gruel: a combination of oats, grains, polenta, seeds, nuts, dried nuts and fruits. With a bit of sugar, it does the job of filling us up.

And then there are snacks. We each get our own snack bag. Designed to last for five days, they do, but only if you are over thirty. There seems to be an inverse correlation between age and speed of snack consumption. The same correlation holds true to talk about the same food when it has left the body. Which brings us to that final question, we each got three rolls of “cashmere,” by some accounts, the premium brand of Canadian TP.

-Diana

Progress

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Just a few days ago, Steve and I interviewed each other atop the ice wall that had just put an end to our ice foot travels, next to a sea of brash ice that made kayaking impossible. Discouragement and frustration was the subject of the day, but we left agreeing that for once, we needed a break. Seldom in life does 5 days holed up in a wind storm constitute a positive development, but us in the Enduring Ice crew know we have to take our chances in any and all of their most minor forms.

The long days of southwesterly winds pushed the sea ice north to the mouth of the strait and east to Greenland. For us, this is a godsend. Yesterday, excited by the open water, we paddled 2km in a fierce 20 knot headwind before retiring due to heavy seas. Today, waking up refreshed and ready, we took advantage of (slightly) reduced winds, and a gorgeous sunny day, taking over half of our remaining distance to Carl Ritter Bay.

Few days of this expedition have ended with tired bodies attached to happy people, but after making significant progress while staying warm and no major injuries to report, the mood is practically gleeful. Finally we got a damn break!

The predominant wind is still strong and from the south, so we are again waiting in a river valley for an abatement in the wind around 2am Friday. At that point, we will scoot the next 10km into the bay and spend a week there filming and exploring.

When your 35-day kayak trip ends up just with 3 days of ocean travel, every day you move is blessed.

-Chris

Thankfulness

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We might not have come far in distance, but we have come far in comfort. We are now camped in the most beautiful of little river valleys. Tucked in against a bluff, we can hear the river and the ever present wind rushing by. But here, there is no grit! We are back to making grilled cheese and relaxing under the ever present sun. It is back! No clouds in the sky today. From our campsite, we watch bits of ice glide north up the now cleared channel. There is no way we could ever out-paddle this southerly wind. So back to the waiting game.

As a treat, I think I want to make us pudding this afternoon. It has been a while. The last time I made it, the burned mess was enough to turn us all off of even the thought of it. Other than that, no plans but to wander around the valley, look for musk ox, dead or alive. Their skulls litter the landscape, giving it an Arctic Georgia O’Keefe feel.

While paused here, I would like to take the time to thank our sponsors, especially the ones whose gear has kept us comfortable as we have navigated through freezing temperatures, icy cold water and hurricane force winds.

Where would we be without our kayaks? Prijon customized them just for us. Tough, yet lightweight, they just fit into a Twin Otter. Yes, we all wish we could spend more time paddling, but we also all know that without them, there is no way that we could safely be in this variable environment. We can haul them like sleds over the ice, and when the ice peters out, we have a safe way to continue. Never far from our minds are thoughts of those who have died up here journeying over the ice with sleds only.

Prijon also donated to us a lot of dry bags. All of our food and clothing has to be protected from the ocean. Everything is crammed into these dry bags, and so far our gear has been kept dry, even when our kayaks flip and everything ends up floating in the salty ocean water.

We stow our camera and other more delicate gear away in Pelican boxes. On this journey, those boxes’ ability to keep out grit has been just about as important as their ability to keep out water.

It took a few days to get used to the restrictive neck and wrist gaskets on our Kokatat dry suits, but now that we have, and now that we have all fallen in the ocean multiple times, we embrace the tight fit. Without these suits, we would die. With them, it is possible to be amphibious. We can walk through what can not be paddled. And with our paddling mitts and PFD’s, we are comfortable and well protected.

We are all wearing matching long underwear from NRS. And we don’t ever have to worry about mixing up whose is whose because these garments never come off. They are so warm and comfortable that I can not imagine life without them. Even better, they stay clean. There are a few different schools of thought about laundering up here. I’m in the one that is holding out for Resolute. I rinsed them out once, but missed them too much while they were drying to ever try that again. In addition to long underwear, we are all sloshing around in NRS knee high neoprene boots.My feet aren’t always warm, but they stay well insulated against the worst of the cold.

We spend a lot of time talking about how well the Mountain Hard Wear clothes that we are wearing keep us warm. Living outside for weeks, with the temperatures hovering just above freezing, gives one a true appreciation of the quality of the garments one is wearing. It kind of pains me to think that in a few weeks, we will have to put all of our layers away again until winter. I have become attached to them. They have become a second skin. As for our 2004 Mountain Hard Wear tents, enough has been said. Our dome literally stood up through two days of hurricane force winds.

Sledding harnesses for people aren’t made anymore, but Granite Gear made some just for us! I don’t think any of us would ever trade in our life as humans for that of a pack animal, but having a harness that is comfortable makes pulling that much more tolerable.

Thermarest has supported us (literally) by giving us sleeping pads, and MSR has provided us with stove and cook set and other camp essentials like dromedary bags and tent pegs.

A well provisioned journey starts with the food. Thank you to Seven Stars Bakery for making us bread that is tasty and that does not go bad. Thank you to Watson Farm for lamb and Pat’s Pastured for chicken! The dried meat, in sauces and stews, keeps us warm as well.

There are so many thank you’s that we owe. First Air covered most of the cost of getting us and our kayaks up to Resolute Bay and back. And Atco Structures Ltd is putting us up at Southcamp Inn free of charge. Not a day goes by when we aren’t thinking about the fantastic cakes that await us, never mind the hot showers, laundry machines and welcoming staff.

Thank you all from this sunny little river valley!

-Diana

 

Break

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Seriously, Knud. Give us a break. We’re not asking for an entire orange, nor even a slice. At this point some rind would be viewed with joyous rapture. After three – or was it four – days trapped in our tents, we decided to make a break. (As an aside, for you parents who wish to get closer to a child, there are probably better ways to do this. At this point, Bryce and I have become far too close.)

Anyway…with a 1am high tide and low wind forecast, we ate dinner and broke camp at 7pm and began paddling into a brisk but manageable wind. An hour later, the wind picked up, alarmingly whipping up whitecaps around us. After less than 3kms we were forced to pull in and camp again. It is certainly not coming easy, but we are at least inching toward our takeout point at Carl Ritter. The name has taken on an almost magical allure for all of us.

Now, today’s Arctic haiku:

Trapped. Days in tent

Wind screaming like angry wraith

Wish I had a book

-Mike

Storm Day 4

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We’re down to just one or two meals a day. And those are filled with grit. Eating less is actually a survival strategy of sorts, because none of us want to leave the tent for any reason, let alone for pulling down our pants. The wind continues unabated. From our protected nook it is not too bad, especially since we have now dried out from the rain that pounded us throughout last night. But down below, where Mike and Bryce have set up their tent, the wind is more variable. Mike, on one of his rare visits up to our camp describes it as “periods of calm and then it is like someone comes by and beats the tent with a baseball bat.” Turns out his rare visits had less to do with who we have become and more to do with physics. Tents are less likely to blow away if someone is sitting inside.

Who have we become? Semi somnambulant creatures sleeping 16 hours a day or more — deep dreamy sleep — and people who write haikus about the wind. How long will this continue? This morning, talk turned to emergency rescue. How does it work? How hurt do we have to be? In reality, getting out of here in any other way than our planned route would be an incredibly difficult and cost prohibitive operation. But also, in reality, all we need is one good day to paddle to the closest place a Twin Otter can land, a day that in any other year would be a normal day.

We have ten days left on this trip, and for lots of reasons we are hoping for good weather – it is close to impossible to film in these conditions. Locked in our tents, we can only wait and hope that the pack ice that has blown away from shore will stay far away until we can escape our aerie.

-Diana