The Northwest Passage is at once amazing and terrifying. Amazing because it's the furthest I've ever felt from civilization. At one point we were visiting a little Innuit village well north of the arctic circle and I decided to go for a walk out of town to see the world's most northerly golf course. When I got there I realized I was probably, at just over a mile, further from another human being than I had ever been in my entire life.
The greens are made of astroturf. There are no fairways. The whole course is basically one giant super-gnarly sand trap.
The scary bit was that the Northwest Passage is now almost entirely free of ice. We did manage to find some (complete with polar bears) but we had to go out of our way.
So for two weeks we navigated one of the most notoriously treacherous and ice-bound waterways on the planet on completely calm and ice-free waters, under clear blue skies. At one point in the trip I was actually comfortable taking my shoes and socks off and walking around barefoot and in a T-shirt.
It was beautiful, but it was creepy. The arctic is supposed to be cold, dammit!
I don't have near enough time to do a full writeup right now, but I do want to share two more images.
No, that is not a watercolor, it's a photograph. Of actual scenery. No photoshopping. It really did look like that. And then on the other side of the boat it looked like this:
That's a moonrise. Again, completely unaltered.