My grave adventure began about two weeks earlier in Ilulissat, a quaint little town surrounded by giant icebergs. On a bright August morning my colleagues and I boarded the M/V Tulu, a former Danish Navy vessel. As an oceanographer, I’ve had more than a few spiritual experiences at sea. I feel more connected and more alive when I’m onboard a ship. This connection is especially strong in Greenland, where the glaciers and icebergs take on a life of their own. I usually return from my time at sea with a greater appreciation for modern comforts. After this trip, I returned home with a much greater appreciation for my family.
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