Breaking news from the Arctic
I have found the meaning of life!
Well not really, at least not yet.
But now that I have your undivided attention, let’s talk about more serious issues like how I feel about skiing the wild South of Spitzbergen and how I cope with the constant drag of “Bozena” and “Lyyli”, my two pulks, and always the big enchilada of questions: why?
Now that we are heading South again, I feel the excitement in my veins yet again. There is a destination out there: the lone cape of Sorkapp. The point at which most of us will be geographically closest to home yet also one of the most remote and isolated point in our voyage.
Well Sorkapp itself remains at least another three days skiing away. We have marched through the gate of Sorkapp land today, welcomed by fresh polar bear tracks but very dabbled labyrinth of melted water streams and the so familiar white out conditions. This last frontier is truly something special.
Everybody uses a different approach to cope with the physical strain of moving our heavily laden pulkas from North to South. For me, it all boils down to enjoying the movement of passing one ski in front of the other. Some steps are undeniably a struggle but if the body’s motion is in harmony with the mind, they become at least manageable.
But why put yourself in our position if it’s such a struggle?
To be frank I believe that life out here is the only way of escaping the real life with its unaccountable traps and society expectations.
Out here my usual over-busy life style simplifies itself tremendously to three things: eat, sleep and ski, in order of importance. The level of comfort I’m prepared to give up, for the chance to experience the need to abide only to nature, is a small price to pay.
Dangers: another hard topic of discussion when it comes to expeditions, may be somewhat elevated in some aspects (polar bear attacks for example) but minimal in others (like getting run over by a car) and believe it or not, I am more worried about those dears to my heart than about myself here in Serkapp-land. I have four friends and my dog Andre to protect me after all!
Thinking of you, sending the ice magic around the world, and wishing you all a nice spring (autumn for those down under.)
PS : Last but not least, the big news of the day : we have finally seen the King of Arctic. We must smell rather funny tough, since the bear met a large loop around us never coming closer than about 1,5 km.