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A Wandering Spirit

... still coated with ice. As the ferry moved away, the sound of its engines was replaced by the soft rustle of wind passing through the spruce trees. The precipitation had stopped, the skies were somewhat brighter, and looking west, patches of blue interrupted lingering grey clouds.

It was very cold, so I reached out to retrieve my clothes and pulled them inside the sleeping bag to warm them. As I dressed, I felt a strange crustiness between my legs, as if I had a wet dream. I quickly packed up and made my way to the kayak, loading everything back into it. As I looked out over the waters of the fjord, I saw trouble. Overnight, the wind had pushed the fjord ice right up to my shoreline. Packed so tightly together, it would be a challenge to find enough open water to work my way through to the clear main channel.

I pushed off and climbed into my kayak, using my paddle to make my way between the irregular blocks of ice. I managed to leave the shoreline about ten meters behind, but the ice was nearly solid right in front of me. I tried to push against the larger pieces of ice, hoping to move them. I felt like Don Quixote, using his lance against the windmills. We shared the same lack of success fighting the unbeatable foe. Unable to go between the ice, I tried riding my kayak forward to go up and over a large piece of ice to my right. The ice dipped into the water due to the added weight, but then suddenly bobbed back up, tipping my kayak over to the left. I fought three ...

... times to self-correct and roll back to a vertical position, but with the ice jammed up against the bottom of my kayak, I was unable to do so.

Laying on my side, and fighting to hold position, I heard a horn sound three times and looked back to locate the source. Anna stood on a rocky outcropping, wearing the golden armor I thought I saw last night, and lowered a curved Viking horn from her lips. Unable to move to my right, I feared I would need to roll to my left and go into an inverted underwater position to make a wet exit into the freezing water. I had practiced this often in a pool, and even in the fjord during the summer, but this was winter. If I made it to shore, I would find my clothing completely soaked, and I would be at risk for hypothermia, or worse.

I took a deep breath, and rolled to my left, turning upside down beneath the water! My face stung from the cold, and I forced my eyes open. I was surprised to see the ice was not flat on the bottom, but instead, it had a mottled and rippled appearance. It was beautiful to look at, and my mind flashed with documentary images of divers beneath the thick Arctic ice. As I reached for my spray skirt to pull it off, a glint of unexpected sunlight revealed a small opening between the kayak and my larger foe. I had an idea. I jammed my paddle up into the illuminated opening. I couldn't move the ice, but I could move my kayak away from it! As I levered my kayak away from the ice, I rolled toward it and up into the opening I ...