As the SS Minnow left on its 3-hour tour, it ventured into a wide-open area where multiple fjords converged. In this ocean entrance were an assortment of fantastic icebergs waited for orders to sail off and seek their own personal Titanics. Dwarfing the 40′ tall trawler, these 150′ high ice sculptures were awe inspiring. With a little math and some scientific training in school, Mr. Neilson calculated that the ice mountains were 1,350 below the surface of the water, and if the iceberg rotated as the SS Minnow drove right up to its edge, the energy should fling the vessel and its crew all the way to Iceland. The azure blue colors were as intense as an electrical shock and the smooth shapes hanging off its giant mother rivaled any sculpture museum in the world. No tourist on board was bragging about their great existence as these monsters overshadowed their petty lives and silence was everywhere. Finally, after 2 hours of cruising in and around these massive ice gods, human nature was released and all the English-speaking tourists got to know each other amongst this spectacular backdrop. As interests peaked between the 6 Americans, plans were hatched and the voyage back to the marina and hotel ended at dusk’s light at 11PM. The following morning after another chef prepared meal, Mike took off alone on a walkabout away from the village’s population. As the din of the soccer games disappeared behind the hills, his path changed from rocky to a robust green. With all that snowmelt suppling ample water to a unique strain of grass, Mike walked onto a landscape portrait that seemed surreal. Above him and beyond was the white ice cap that hides Greenland’s rocky island features. The Gulf Stream had pumped in just enough heat to expose the fringes on a few places in the south. Soil formed from bird droppings and gave a foothold to green grass that would make golf course owners drool. Ice, grass, birds, and rock were the only things present in Michael’s world now. 

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