Reflections: furthest point north

Still in Milne Inlet, the ship shifts berth for unloading while ice coats the water and cold winds build. Between strict rules on what I can publish, long chats about the stark beauty of this landscape, and even a discouraging rant from the second chief officer, I find myself slowing down, reading, writing, and taking it all in. Even my chili con carne failed the taste test, but I’m still grateful for the time here and looking forward to coming home.