Dispatches from the ice and the cold-water tubs in Davos.
Point 660 to the east coast. The long climb to the plateau, soft snow that fought us downhill, and the day it finally froze solid.
Two days of cancelled flights, three weeks in polar bear country, and what guiding gives back that a solo crossing never could.
558 km, 26 days, minus 35 degrees. Across the Greenland ice sheet with my daughter Amira, the two of us alone.