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- Blue sky, sparkling sea and brilliant white bergs
- Sailing downwind for the first time. North to Jyet...
- The scenery just keeps hetting better and better
- Our Furthest North: 71 06N 25 39W
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- photos of and around Jyettes Havn
- Jyttes Havn panorama from above
- Shimshal's Deck Saloon
- Driving the wrong way down a motorway
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- Today Shimshal found her limits
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- photos of the last 48 hours
- The lesser northern diver
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- A Farewell to Scoresby Sound
- Heading South
- Fwd: Ocean Cruising
- Suited and booted for the brief Arctic night
- Henry Land
- Hard rocky bottoms
- A sad farewell
- They greeted us when we arrived and waved us goodb...
- Our last Greenland anchorage
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- ▼ August (34)
Thursday, 4 August 2016
Today Shimshal found her limits
We always knew that today was going to be the crux as ice, visible from space, fanned out from 2 massive calving glaciers apparently blocking the narrowest part of the sound. We motored tentatively up to it with mounting anxiety. Gradually the ice became denser with an increasing number of growlers between the bigger bergs. These growlers seemed our worst enemy as they are harder to spot and could inflict significant damage on us especially to the prop.
We were now dodging ice every few seconds but the way ahead was disappearing. As we got closer it became apparent that the jumbled mass of bergs , large and small, were floating in a soup of brash ice. The wind freshened and cooled as it plunged down the massive glacier to our west and I knew it was time for a decision.
Sally, on the foredeck, was looking anxious and I was certainly feeling nervous. We were all unanimous that what lay ahead was not suitable for a plastic boat with an unprotected prop. So we turned down wind and away from the pack knowing that we would enjoy the retreat.