Have I taken you to the edges of the Bering Sea? You can see the gray of the storm as it sits behind us like a milky curtain over the open ocean. It drives large waves that we climb over and fall upon in the boat. For a glorious moment I am free, alone on the bow riding in the cold wind, watching the puffins and mures dive as we approach them. We are surrounded in jagged rocks filled with nesting seabirds that yell out to the unruly ocean as we pass them. The whales appear suddenly, and despite their great size disappear with such ease. Oh, the tail, see that! Then these old singers plunge and we do not see them again. But I was free as we rode over the waves, no tomorrow no yesterday, how can I leave such twilight days that have encased me in their elegant wildness that can be found no where else in this world? Listen, as the wind sprays salt sea in our faces, the ice groans as we approach and with a thunderous crack breaks free. It plunges into the ocean stirring up food for the waiting seabirds. Eventually the wave reaches us and you can see all around the giant chunks of other avalanches floating around us like white crystals.