By the end of the Lee Cruise, I was starting to go stir crazy. The oceanographers had their buoy releases and retrievals to set a tempo for our slow march at sea. They had daily success and failures, a sense of energy expended and work accomplished to mark the passage of time and set apart each day from the other. Looking at their sleep deprived faces, I knew any objective comparison would find me very lucky to have an automated instrument, but I was bored out of my skull and my motivation had bottomed out.
Typical view |
All excellent tips. But as we approached Nuuk in October for the final time, I was beyond coping strategies. I wanted to be on solid ground. I wanted to be anonymous. I needed things to be easy, surprising and pleasant.
A welcome change in scenery |
We finally pulled into the fjord on a clear, sunny and calm afternoon that encouraged a lot of shore watching. We wouldn't dock until later that evening, after we had idled in the harbor for a few hours as the previous occupant of our spot was saddled with engine troubles. I resisted every urge to do a neat swan dive off the bow and swim the few hundred yards to shore.
Once we eventually docked, I teetered off the gangplank before the mates could even secure to the ship and practically skipped up the hill from the shipping yard to downtown. We had nearly a full week on shore ahead of us. Now that Ruth's cruise had wrapped, she was in vacation mode and suggested a few activities for the upcoming weekend to take in the sights. I desperately needed a break from anything research or ship related, so I was eager to tag along.
Nuuk Village |
We'd both just read Wild, Cheryl Strayed's memoir about hiking the Pacific Crest Trail, and were interested in hiking into the foothills outside Nuuk. That Saturday, we took the short bus ride to the other side of Nuuk and tried to find the trail head.
Misty foothills outside Nuuk |
Hi Mom |
As we clambered down back to the bus stop, I noticed no one else on the trail seemed nearly as tired as I was. There were joggers on their easy weekend trail runs or families on their post-breakfast strolls. Everyone was either the blond offspring of meaty Scandinavian explorers or the ruddy descendants of native Greenlanders. Even the children in their impossibly cute one-piece snow suits sprung over the rocks and moss with surprising ease.
As several more adorable, fluorescent marshmallows toddled past me, I chuckled at my earlier eagerness. Then, remembering that I got to have a beer for my troubles, I cheered up considerably.
Why are all fjords so beautiful? |
Ruth (SIO) and Sofia (LDEO) |
Shipwreck! The owner paid $1 for the ship but still managed to skimp on a proper mooring and lost it in the first storm of the season. |
We spent several hours jetting around the fjord exploring a local shipwreck, small icebergs and soaking in once in a lifetime views. Sitting in the front of the raft, Ruth had inadvertently volunteered herself as iceberg sample collector.
All of us were frozen solid at this point and our hands were barely functional. Paul extended the unsheathed blade towards Ruth. At the last moment, he stopped with the knife outstretched over Ruth's open palm, to remind us that if anyone dropped the knife, it'd likely puncture our raft and sink us within minutes. We nodded and Ruth stoically accepted the pocketknife. Paul inched us closer to the icebergs to have a better angle, the thin rubber layer grating against the rough surface, and Ruth started hacking away.
Unfortunately, in all the formality of the moment, she forgot that someone also needed to catch the ice after it'd been knocked loose and her sample promptly fell to the bottom of the fjord. We tried again, this time successfully grabbing a few hunks of ice. Ruth gingerly returned the knife and I realized I'd been holding my breath for the last two minutes. We zipped back to the Knorr, eager for the familiar comforts of hot chocolate in the mess deck and perhaps even the fiery heat of the engine room. The little tour reminded me how safe the ship had kept us for the past month and how extraordinary the conditions we sought were, in the overall scheme of things.
Nuuk shipyard |
I spent the rest of my time in Nuuk writing postcards, catching up on a backlog of Internet cat videos and tried to set a record for consecutive meals eaten at the local Thai restaurant. The rest of the HiWinGs team soon arrived with their instruments and supplies to get ready for our five week journey in the North Atlantic.