The trip passed by so fast that besides the change in season it feels like no time passed from when I left home till when I finally returned, certainly not two months. But when we were out on the ice it was difficult to imagine the trip ever coming to an end, and when the end finally came into sight I lamented going back to so called civilization.
Leaving home was a mission in itself, having the race drag on for two extra days resulted in being seriously overdrawn on our pack out time, leading to mass stress and possibly the most disorganized start of an expedition that I have ever been involved in. As I watched the little town of Resolute disappear behind the mountains of Cornwallis Island, the stress shed itself from my mind to be replaced by the notion that we had 60 days ahead of us, and almost no information on what the route ahead held. All of which lead to a healthy sense of adventure.
Despite the trail being massively more rugged than anticipated, many good memories were cataloged along the way. It seems like the harder the conditions get the more it draws people together, to participate in a singular goal and to help each other in times of need. One thing in particular that plagues my memory is the shear quantity of events where Sigrid walked to my sled to help when it stuck or I needed help, a favor that I attempted to return on many occasions. Takk was one of the first Norwegian words that I learned, specifically for this occasion. Sigrid is not the only one that I must extend special thanks to; the dog Siglu often came back to the sled to see if I was ok. On difficult days he would look at me with his soft yellow-brown eyes and rest his head on my knee. Sometimes when you are working as hard as a dog, it is a dog’s sympathy that counts.
Over all it was the team that made this expedition; it’s amazing the outcome when 7 people from such diverse walks of life are placed together in tough situations. It’s been amazing to achieve some of the goals we set out for and to enjoy the journey.
My future plans are still up in the air, all I know is that in 20 days I will be heading back to Greenland. I have been to Greenland so many times that I should almost consider it a second home, this will be the 5th crossing of the ice cap that I have done. Wind power will be the main focus of this expedition as we will travel using kites and hopefully a small wind turbine. After that the Pittarak team, my previous expedition team, is considering joining back together for another 1-2 epic journeys. We will see where life takes me; we will see what I make of life.
Over and out,