It’s day 10 and we’re further north than any of us have even been. Isbjorn is making short tacks, gliding through the frigid water into a glacier lined fjord. As we make the last headland the fjord opens up to reveal a unbelievably huge glacier dominating the southern wall. Every few minutes a low thunder rumbles, reverberating off the fjord walls like a canon shot, caused by tons of ice calving off the face and dropping into the frozen waters below. It’s 10:00PM and we’re in one of the most remote and wildest places in the entire world. The midnight sun is shining and the weather is ideal. It’s time to explore! View More