After our long hike and hanging out with walrus our ship continued its inevitable journey back down south. We passed through a narrow strait between the eastern edge of Spitzbergen and Barentsøya. Though the hour was late and the midnight sun of the Arctic cascaded down on the landscape in an enchanting way. Snowcapped peaks glistened in the cloud-muted light, small icebergs of deep blue drifted by, birds glided by the boat. I enjoyed the view with the crew and fellow travelers, sipped tea and nibbled on some cookies as we soaked it all in.
Eventually most folks went to bed, but I stayed up. From atop the ship, I looked out over this seascape and just breathed. This place, so remote and unknown to most of the world, is vast and breathtaking.