The temperature has dropped to 2 degrees and the light from the midnight sun is gradually getting brighter as we are reaching our furthest northern point of the expedition. We are approaching Thule; the last settlement in northern Greenland. The name originates in Greek mythology meaning “The end of the world”.
The surrounding landscape is harsh. Small glaciers and patches of ice are permanently merged into the bleek mountains and there is no sign of life or vegetation. The atmosphere seems different and we are getting used to strange light phenomenon’s such as white rainbows and random patches of rainbow in the sky.
Thule marks the end of our time in Greenland and the beginning of the objective of the expedition; The Canadian arctic. We have received an increasing number of ice reports during the last days and there is a growing excitement onboard as we are realizing what we are getting ourselves into. The pack ice is breaking up day by day and we are constantly studying the charts and ice maps in order to plot out our route through the Canadian archipelago where passages and openings are already beginning to emerge. In two months time the ice will return and we must be clear of Bearing strait before then. In two days we will be in Canadian waters and the beginning of the adventure.