Here we wait. Smothered under a heavy damp blanket of sky the color of apathy. Surrounded by incongruously cheerful miniature sculptures of ice, gliding across the mirrored sea surface…
(I recognize this post is a bit overdue. Now that we are navigating through ice, the Bering Sea feels like another lifetime. But internet is sporadic, and so I’m…
We had been talking about Sitka for months. It was our first major milestone, the end of the beginning of the journey. As we started north through the inside…
