Heading for Illulissat we have been weaving in and out of the big icebergs like a kick off re turner dogging tacklers as he tries to break for daylight, eyes focused on the opposing teams endzone. We are 3 miles from the entrance and all I can see is a solid white wall from horizon to horizon. The radar screen reflects the challenge ahead. I back her down as we approach the ice wall between us and our destination. the next three miles will take us three hours. It is a tedious process of finding a path through the ice maze
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