I’ll start out my posts on Arctic Adventures 2014, Part 2, by saying that our cruise did not end well. Steve and I enjoyed four days along the western coast of Greenland with an Adventure Canada Arctic Safari, a cruise that was slated to end in Resolute Bay in the Canadian Arctic. There were engine problems from the start. We met terrific people, took some hikes, enjoyed the meals and programs, took a helicopter ride over the Ilussiat ice fjord, rode in zodiacs among towering icebergs, took a whole lot of great photos, and got daily updates on the engine problems. These could not be remedied anytime soon, the ship was not seaworthy, and three days ago we were evacuated back to Canada and then home. So instead of seeing polar bears, I’m at my mother’s house in Des Moines writing blog posts, grateful that we were never in actual danger. Stay tuned for my stories and Steve’s photos.
Not long after we left Icy Spit for Demarcation Bay, a bush plane circled overhead. It was the first we’d seen in 10 days. Cameron broke out the radio to ask the pilot if it was for us. We weren’t to meet our plane out until tomorrow “I have Ron (another Arctic Wild guide) with me. Are you going to Turner Creek?” “Yes.” “I’ll see you there.”
This was concerning. When a plane appears unexpectedly, it could mean bad news, such as a death in a guide’s family, or a client’s. So the next two or three hours were pretty grim, no one talking, because of the tension and uncertainty. The bay was splashy and I got rather damp and cold just sitting there (the two rafts still connected side by side). Samantha paddled like a champ against the headwind, Sig & Sandee traded off, the guides paddled and the rest of us felt helpless.
Finally we arrived and the guides had a chance to see what was going on. It was just logistics. It had been raining non-stop in Fairbanks and Denali—made national news—and Dirk, the pilot who was supposed to pick us up the next day, was booked up flying people out of Denali, where they were stranded by a washed out road. Daniel, this new pilot, was here to pick up our rafts for a second Kongakut trip that Ron was to start the next day. Daniel would come back early in the afternoon to shuttle us to Kaktovik on the coast, where a charter plane would pick us up for our return to Fairbanks.
Well, that was a relief! We paddled around to Turner Creek, then walked the rafts upstream. Arctic terns, those amazing white and black birds that migrate to Antarctica for the southern summer, attacked us. We were apparently too close to their nests. We waved our paddles overhead to fend them off. One hovered over me, its wings and tail spread, squawking fiercely. Wish I had a photo of that!