The day began foggy"¦ real foggy. As we had about 5 hours to go by boat, starting out in this kind of weather was not the first choice, especially not knowing the possible ice pack conditions. It was a time to stay put. Sam didn"™t seem too concerned however, and figured that things would likely clear up by early afternoon based on what he saw. And it did. With that delay behind us, we threw our stuff in the boat and continued our journey up the coast further, looking for the mouth of Sam For Fiord. Calm waters make for easy...

The winds howled through the night, as attested to by the constant flapping of the tent's nylon. Sleep came and went with the gusts, and by morning I awoke rather groggy. The wind had indeed blown from the right direction, but the ice pack still covered a great part of the bay. One can"™t force nature, especially up here, so a pot of coffee was put on and, along with guides Jayko and Sam, we poured over the maps. This was time well spent, as it gave me a chance to get to know the fellows a bit. Seeing as...