We headed up to the Charakusa Valley, and this wonderful alpine playground. We came to the west summit first, and we traversed a knife-edge ridge Au Chevel. There was just 3,000 feet of air dropping off to either side of us. And we were scrambling along this and it was amazing; we had these irrepressible smiles ear-to-ear as we’re strolling along this classic alpine ridge.

Picture this, if you can: 9pm which means the light in the arctic has this soft, ethereal glow to it, we're flying over the frozen ocean which, beautiful in and of itself, has taken on an absolute mystical feel because we are charging into a thick fog, we could only see maybe 40 ft in front of us. The fog is tinted with the slightest soft light from the long sunset and everywhere we look it's just white, white, white. The landscape is anything but flat because the ocean, when it's freezing, pushes up the most amazing ice formations, my eyes straining, nothing in front of us but the tracks we were following...(From Hilaree's Dispatches on the Baffin Island Expedition)