Sailing past Baffin Island, we broke the record. The largest ship ever to traverse the Northwest Passage. No one spoke, but you could feel the silent energy course between us. It wasn’t just our sightings of polar bears, musk oxen, and the rare thick-billed murre. Or the golf game we had played on tundra.
It wasn’t even the helicopter that launched from the Ship. The one that took us high above rocky outcroppings, landed on vast snowfields and carried us to spectacular cliff tops, where we dined on warm appetizers while absorbing the views of frozen bays below us.
The energy came from experiencing this unprecedented journey together. The entirety of it. It made us feel big and small at the same time.
And that’s a pretty amazing feat.