Sam with his prize cod. He came up with another cod in his mouth that was a meal in itself.

 All the West Fjords reaching out like fingers as we disappear into the Denmark Strait toward Greenland

 You always remember your first berg.

 This iceberg went on like this for miles.

 Sam spottin bergs in the fog, very tedious and anxious work.

 Spooking a sleeping sperm whale.

 Entering the first ice field.

Me and Sam going with the floe.

 Our first big iceberg creeps eerily out of the fog, it was about 200 feet high

 30% coverage, the ice got very thick and the visibility poor. We had to head south to make it out.

 Spotting from the side stay.

 Shroom bergs.

 Fog clears and we get our first sight of Greenland, the jagged black mountains go back in layers like shark's teeth. It looked like another world.

 Teddy at anchor in Kong Oskar Havn

 Sam and I hang out on an iceberg

 Angmagssalik, East Greenland

 Freshly skinned seal

 Junior dogsled team in training