This is a guest blog post by Daven Hafey, one of Quark's onboard experts. This article has previously ran on October 13, 2016 in the Juneau Empire.
Surreal. Having the disorienting, hallucinatory quality of a dream; unreal; fantastic.
We all felt it. Sailing through Simpson Strait on an arctic expedition, a strange and pervasive sense of giddiness held fast to the outer decks of the ship. We were in seldom visited waters. Seldom visited landscapes. And the place rewarded us, revealing a high latitude, polychrome sunset that took four hours from start to finish. Waters so glassy we couldn’t tell where the sea stopped and the sky started. And the moonrise. A fat orange disc rising from the east, spreading its reflection over the mirror of Simpson Strait. Nothing for miles and miles but miles and miles.
Not to be outdone by the sun, the nearly full moon rose like a giant orange saucer over Simpson Strait. (Photo credit: Daven Hafey)
Following the Trail of Arctic Legends
We were on the trail of arctic legends. Hundreds of Inuit hunters for generations crossed (and continue to cross) this stretch in pursuit of food and hides. Around 1850, Sir John Franklin and his 128 men met their makers near here as they sought the Northwest Passage, succumbing to lead poisoning, scurvy, starvation, insanity. And a team of seven hardy Norwegians, led by Roald Amundsen on a small herring fishing boat called the Gjoa, sailed this exact piece of water in the summer of 1905, becoming the first vessel to successfully transit the Northwest Passage.
I work for Quark Expeditions, a company that specializes in expeditions to the Arctic and Antarctica, providing opportunities for passengers to experience some of the wildest corners of the planet. Quark’s first transit of the Northwest Passage came in 1992 via the Kapitan Khlebnikov, a Russian icebreaker converted to a passenger ship. This August, I made my first journey through the Northwest Passage, working aboard the ice-rated Sea Adventurer.
Crossing the Celebrated Northwest Passage
Approaching the famed Northwest Passage: a high latitude sunset in Baffin Bay, just east of Lancaster Sound. (Photo credit: Daven Hafey)
The Northwest Passage occupies a reverential place in many mariners’ and historians’ hearts. For centuries, the only routes between markets in Europe and Asia were overland via the Silk Road, by sea around the Cape of Good Hope in southern Africa, or by sea around Cape Horn in South America. All of these routes took months, if not years to complete and were fraught with danger.
The Northwest Passage was believed to resolve all that.
Although it hadn’t been found or confirmed for nearly 400 years, many were convinced that a route existed within these Arctic islands that would connect Europe to Asia by sea, greatly reducing the time and money needed to sail around Africa or South America. That open-water passage wasn’t confirmed until 1906, when Amundsen and his men finally arrived in Nome after three years in the High Arctic aboard the Gjoa.
Since that time, less than 200 vessels have traversed the Northwest Passage.
Despite receding sea ice and somewhat reliable open water conditions in late July and August, the Northwest Passage remains rarely transited. Many of the straits and sounds are chocked with rocks and shoals and shallow waters. The “shipping lane” in Simpson Strait, for example, is just 30 feet deep in many places, complete with a full suite of exciting navigational obstacles, and little in the way of emergency services for hundreds of miles. Although largely ice-free for two months in the summer, the Northwest Passage isn’t exactly a walk in the park. And the Panama Canal remains the favored route for commercial freight—not the Canadian Arctic. For the short term, it appears as though the Passage will continue to receive minimal traffic. Which means: the Northwest Passage is still one of the wildest places on earth.
Traversing The Northwest Passage
The 1,300 residents of Uummannaq rely on the wild for their livelihoods. Hunting and fishing are the anchors of this town, and are dependent upon strong winter and spring sea ice conditions. Uummannaq, Greenland. (Photo credit: Daven Hafey).
Rogue storms and remote subsistence hunting villages. Polar bears and narwhals, millions of migrating waterfowl, musk ox, and belugas. Snowy owls, gyrfalcons, and polar wolves. And a wild serenity that remains as unforgiving as it is beautiful.
I sailed the passage this August, beginning in Kangerlussuaq, Greenland, a former U.S. air base during World War II that now serves as Greenland’s primary airport. Sailing north via Davis Strait, we called on the villages of Sisimiut, Ilulissat, and Uummannaq. These Greenlandic villages have purposefully selected and embraced some elements of the 21st century—like satellite tv and Facebook, shiny new Volvos and Toyotas, rock and roll and commercial fishing—while retaining elements of timeless Inuit tradition. The further north we traveled, the more sled dogs and sledges we saw. More musk ox hides and seal skins and kiviaq. In Uummannaq, I chatted with a professional hunter/fisherman about life in Greenland. He didn’t hide his philosophy: “Simple is beautiful. Keep it simple.”
Greenlandic hunters often prefer sled dogs over snow machines. In this way, many hunters feel they’re maintaining a connection with knowledge and skills that have stood the test of time. Sisimiut, Greenland. (Photo credit: Daven Hafey)
From Ummannaq, we hung a left and crossed Baffin Bay, entering Canada just north of Baffin Island. The land welcomed us immediately. On the second day, approaching 75 degrees north latitude, we happened upon a large adult male polar bear standing on a blood-soaked iceberg, tearing apart the final remnants of a freshly killed ringed seal. It wouldn’t be the last bear we saw on our journey…
A skilled hunter: This adult male is fat during the hungry season, and he managed to catch a seal on an iceberg—no easy feat when compared to hunting on sea ice. Devon Island, Canada. (Photo credit: Daven Hafey)
We carried on through Lancaster Sound, visiting the shores of Devon Island and Beechey Island—famous overwintering grounds for 19th century explorers.
After working our way south, we sought protection in a nondescript bay on Prince of Wales Island (the Canadian version, not the Southeast Alaskan one). We were simply seeking protection from a storm, yet we were greeted by several hundred beluga whales, molting in the gravely shallows of the bay. In the words of a late polar explorer, “The water was boiling with whales!”
Beluga Whales in Every Direction
Exfoliating in the shallows: hundreds of belugas gathered at the head of a nondescript bay to molt. Prince of Wales Island, Canada. (Photo credit: Quark passenger, name unknown)
With this unbelievable surprise, we killed our motors and drifted with them in the shallows. We were surrounded. Belugas in every direction, cruising, breathing, and singing, occasionally investigating us but otherwise paying us little attention. We sat in their company for hours. It was the first time anybody on the ship—staff or passenger—had experienced anything like that. A moment that every person on that ship will remember for the rest of their lives.
A few days later we again needed to seek protection from heavy winds, and we chose another nondescript bay on the Boothia Peninsula. The landscape looked absolutely desolate. Gravel and scree, gently rolling ridges with occasional wetlands and tussocks. Not much else. Or so we thought. Once we arrived on shore, we immediately noticed a herd of musk ox in the distance. Two staff and I made the call to gather our entire group together and zig zag toward their general direction, mimicking the movements of a herd of caribou. Which amazingly worked, as the musk ox allowed us to within 200 yards of them before they slowly moved on to greener pastures.
A dominant male musk ox keeping a watchful eye over his harem in an Arctic meadow. Boothia Peninsula, Canada. (Photo credit: Daven Hafey)
Caribou, Arctic Fox, and Polar Bears
Splitting our large group up, we headed in different directions, with me leading a group of 10 hikers who wanted to cover some miles before getting back on the ship. On our walk through seemingly lifeless terrain, we encountered a small herd of caribou, two snowy owls and a gyrfalcon, and an arctic fox. Oh, and a polar bear. Which had somehow managed to hide in the gentle undulations of the terrain until it was within 300 yards from us. I immediately readied the flare pistol (we carry 30.06 rifles for protection as well), and coalesced our group into a tight unit. The bear continued to close the distance, getting to within 250 yards of us as we retreated downhill. The bear followed for a short while, but eventually lost interest and headed in another direction. The best possible outcome. The bear didn’t get any reward from us, nobody was hurt (including the bear), and we all had a visceral and raw on-the-ground experience with an iconic apex predator.
By that point, we were near the end of our journey, with the shallows and shoals of Coronation Gulf in front of us. Safely transiting through the gulf, we carried on into Dolphin and Union Strait, a huge body of water that merges into the Beaufort Sea. On the west side of the archipelago of Arctic islands in Canada’s Far North.Perspective: more than 80 percent of this iceberg’s mass is underwater. Ilulissat, Greenland. (Photo credit: Caroline Hunt)
A successful traverse of the Northwest Passage, from east to west. All that was between us and Nome was the high seas of the Beaufort and Chukchi, and a few days at full speed ahead. Instead, we turned around and anchored at Kugluktuk, another small Inuit village with an airstrip, where passengers and several staff disembarked, boarded a plane, and headed for our respective homes. I was home the next day, in time for lunch. Just like that. Surreal.
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