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Arctic Expedition – off the Beaten Track!

Arctic Expedition – off the Beaten Track!

Arctic expedition, Northwest PassageWhen I returned from an Arctic expedition cruise from the Canadian Arctic to Greenland I brought back 1000 pictures and many wonderful memories and stories to share.

We embarked in Resolute Bay, Nunavut on the 75th parallel and ended 11 days and 1600 nautical miles later in Kangerlussuaq, Greenland on the Arctic Circle.

Zodiac cruises among polar bears, seals & bird colonies, tundra hikes, remote Inuit villages, 8/10th sea ice, Jacobshavn icefjord and colourful Greenland houses – all unforgettable! You should go too!

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After our zodiacs brought us close up to a Polar Bear in Griffin Bay, our first stop and one of many ‘wet landings’ was on Beechey Island. This gave us an historical perspective on the centuries-long quest to find the Northwest Passage and a new trade route across the top of the world. We hiked to the graves marking the winter camp of the ill-fated 1845 Franklin expedition. In search of the Northwest Passage, all 132 men died after their ships were crushed by the ice.

Heading east, we visited Dundas Harbour, cruised along the glacier in Croker Bay, crossed Lancaster Sound – the ‘wildlife highway’ – and hiked in the solitude of beautiful Navy Board Inlet on the north coast of Baffin Island. At Cape Graham Moore we cruised in zodiacs beneath cliffs teeming with birdlife, including thick-billed murres, northern fulmars, black-legged kittiwakes and black guillemots and came across 2 Polar Bears.

I made new friends in Pond Inlet, famous for its soapstone carvings. (See below for Lauren’s Nunavut adventure).  After we left Pond we headed south along the Baffin Island coast to Gibb’s Fjord. It was very misty and we went for a zodiac cruise along the coastline in this gloomy weather. It was eery and beautiful and cold!


  • Wind-swept Resolute Bay
  • Griffin Bay with Polar Bears
  • Gloomy Beechey Island
  • Stormy Lancaster Sound
  • Desolate Dundas Harbour
  • Friendly Pond Inlet on Baffin Island
  • Freezing Jakobshavn Icefields
  • Colourful Sisimiut
  • Stunning Sondre Stromfjord

Arctic expedition, Northwest Passage

Then we sailed east across Baffin Bay towards Greenland. It took 2.5 days because there was so much sea ice. We attempted to break through 2 or 3 times and had to turn back. So eventually we sailed back up to the 75th parallel and cut across from there. It was a stunning journey!

Greenland is also fabulous. Our first stop was Illulissat, a very picturesque town. I loved all the colourful houses and could not believe the difference in lifestyle between Pond Inlet and Illulisat. They don’t get the sea ice in winter at all and have a thriving fishing/whaling industry year round. The gigantic icebergs at Jacobshavn are incredible! Created by Jakobshavn Glacier, this fastest-moving glacier on earth is like an ice making machine! After a visit to Sisimiut the finale was our cruise up the magnificent Sondre Stromfjord, the longest fjord in the world. I was a little sad to leave the ship – didn’t really want to come back to civilisation.

About the Ship:

Arctic expedition, Northwest Passage

The Akademik Ioffe is widely recognized as the best expedition-style cruise vessel operating in Polar waters. She’s a well-equipped, ice-rated ship capable of carrying up to 118 passengers, although we normally carry no more than 110 for extra comfort. In terms of stability and speed, she is ‘state of the art’ and, while not luxurious, she’s very comfortable and kept in top condition.

As working scientific research vessel, she forms the ideal platform from which to explore. All the equipment needed for exploring, from zodiac landing craft to kayaks and camping gear and even carry snowshoes are available.

All cabins have an outside view, with portholes or a window, and are comfortably furnished. Most of them have semi-private (one bathroom between two cabins) or private facilities. On-board facilities include a spacious top deck, where you can enjoy spectacular views and even yoga lessons , and a refreshing sauna and plunge pool (not heated) – a great place to relax after your shore excursions. There is also a well-stocked library, a comfortable lounge and a friendly bar. Other facilities include an exercise room, gift shop and laundry.


Contact Vancouver Polar Expert
Christine Boecker
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On Top of the World – by Lauren Kramer

“No scared?” asks my Inuit guide, Sam.

Truth is, I was terrified. We’d just climbed a 5,000-foot-high, snow-covered mountain peak on Nunavut’s Bylot Island, our snowmobile just barely making it to the zenith. Perched at the top and about to begin a frightening, 75-degree vertical descent , I was silently praying we’d make it down alive. I squeezed my eyes shut as Sam freewheeled down the slope, and in minutes, we were back on the frozen ice of Pond Inlet, with the magnificence of Canada’s Arctic stretching endlessly before us.

It was my idea to head north to Pond Inlet, a small Inuit community in northern Baffin Island. The literature promised polar bears, narwhals, beluga whales and seal watching, so I booked my flights, only later poring over the Nunavut map to find the tiny speck of the massive Arctic that constitutes Pond Inlet.

I knew we’d travel to the edge of the ice. But I wasn’t prepared for the pristine yet desolate beauty of the Canadian Arctic, for the haunting whistling of seals swimming far below the surface and the strength, courage and determination of those who choose this place as home.

From my airplane window, mammoth glaciers and mountains surged high above the ground, their surfaces coated by a heavy dusting of snow that flowed into frozen inlets like whipped cream off a hot dessert. There are no footprints here, no buildings, in fact, nothing down below to indicate human presence. Only the slow movement of the glaciers and the brief melting of snow and ice in the summer mark the passage of time.

It was evening in the town of Pond Inlet when our flight landed, and though a heavy fog obscured the view, night could not have been further away. By late May, Nunavut has surrendered to 24-hour days, confusing the mind and body with sunshine even at 11pm. We retreated to a hotel to rest up for the next day’s departure onto the ice floe, donning airplane eye shields to help force the onset of sleep.

The sun shone brightly the next morning as we followed our guide, Dave Reid, owner of Polar Sea Adventures, to “the beach,” our point of departure. Despite the presence of upturned boats on the shore, it was hard to imagine this stretch of ice as a beach. Husky sled dogs sat nonchalantly on the ice alongside their komatiks, or sleds, and with no sound of waves, no trace of sand and no visible water, it’s easy to believe this is, indeed, land.

Peer down a crack, however, and you can’t help but notice that it’s ice frozen five feet deep. We clambered aboard the komatik that would transport us behind a roaring snowmobile for the two-hour journey to Bylot Island, along with camping gear, food and a very long rifle – just in case we encountered an aggressive polar bear.

Our first stop, just four kilometers from the shore, was an iceberg, arrested in its path last fall and frozen in place until the ice melts in July. The residents of Pond Inlet have the benefit of continually changing scenery, as new icebergs arrive from nearby Greenland each year, while others continue their journey en route to Newfoundland.

We hiked onto the massive girth of this centuries-old iceberg, marveling at its 100-foot height, and even more at the knowledge that most of its magnitude was hidden well below the surface. And we knocked off a small block, saving it for our tea and coffee break. “There’s nothing like the taste of water derived from a 10,000-year-old iceberg,” said Reid.

Before we reached our campsite, there was one more stop, where we disembarked from our sleds and hiked up a hill to the graves of two German explorers who perished here in 1907. A teetering wooden cross designates their memorial, and as we pondered their fate 100 years ago, we couldn’t help but notice that death can come easily out here. Your only companions are the mountains, glaciers, ice floe and the whistling Arctic wind that whips an icy chill through your five layers of clothing.

“This is a harsh land,” cautions Parks Canada in its literature to visitors of Sirmilik National Park. “Rescue facilities and services are very limited…and may make rescue entirely impossible. You must be prepared for self-rescue.”

We’d come equipped, Reid informed us. For the past seven years, he’s made a living by taking visitors onto the ice floe in May and June, and escorting them by kayak through the inlet in July and August. He carries the essential satellite telephone, a two-way radio, the ever-present rifle and plenty of food and warm clothing. Most importantly, he relies on the companionship of an Inuit elder, Sam. The Inuit know this land better than anyone else, and it was Sam who advised us where the ice was sufficiently solid to travel, keeping a watchful eye out for bears.

Over the next few days, we slept and ate in cozy tents, warmed by thick sleeping bags, hot soups and a gas heater. In the mornings we traveled by komatik to the edge of the ice, dropping a hydrophone over the edge to listen to the five seal species that inhabit these waters, and the unmistakable clicking sounds of elusive narwhal and beluga whale. We watched snow geese fly overhead and the playful splashing of thick-billed murres, loon-like birds that zip under the water. We also traced the tracks of polar bears, though none appeared.

From a distance, we saw seals lying like large slugs on the ice surface, nearby the holes they’d ingeniously created. At the first sound of the snow machines, however, they lumbered back into the icy water. Perhaps time has taught them that machines like ours can be their demise. Many Inuit hunters rely on their seal catch to stave off hunger, waiting for hours and days at their small cabins to hunt.

Though they know this land so well, even they can make potentially fatal mistakes while traversing its surface. In the comfort of our communal dining tent at night, we heard stories of Inuit who, caught on the ice for weeks in bad weather, were forced to eat their team of Huskies to survive. Inuit elders still recall family and friends who died of starvation, some found frozen to death in their makeshift homes.

The message is clear: the weather has no mercy out here, and your resources are all you have. There’s no sign of human civilization but the odd empty cabin on a lonely hillside, or the occasional passing of Inuit in a dog-pulled komatik. The isolation is at once magnificent and fearsome.

We saw this with sheer clarity when we stopped briefly in Sirmilik National Park to inspect the remains of an old whaling station. All that remains of this once active slaughter house is a rusty barrel and the bones of an unfortunate, long-dead mammal. Nearby, circles of stones designate the places where a Thule community resided long ago, and the shallow grave of one of its residents lies undisturbed, a skull and femur glinting in the afternoon sunshine.

Nunavut leaves you with a sense of your smallness in the world, and the power of the natural forces around you. Travel here requires a sense of adventure and a willingness to push the limits of your experience. But it’s richly rewarded, for the Canadian Arctic is one of the last pristine frontiers, a place literally on top of the world, and one so vast and silent, you can hear the murmur of your very soul.


Contact Vancouver Polar Expert
Christine Boecker
to plan your Arctic Expedition

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