The PaddlerUK magazine July 2015 issue 3 | Page 52

The closer we get to ThePaddler 52 the tip of Estro Peel, the more testing the weather conditions became as the cold seeped into our bones through our now damp thermals. Slipping into our cold wet fleece each morning, took incredible amounts of motivation and by this point we had not felt the warmth of the sun in over ten days. dodged the hefty icebergs that were all being swiftly carried by the currents. We weaved our way through the crunching, grinding and clashing motorway of ice, until we reached the bowl where the western side of the ice field flows down off the mountains. As the fjord began to narrow the currents controlled our forward progress and the pinnacle of our trip was now within touching distance. The last corner of this dead end channel narrowed to around 20 metres. The ebbing tide nearly always dominated due to the influence of the melt water flowing through. Moving onwards we carefully What met us here was staggering. Five colossal blue glaciers dropping into the sea, steep jagged rivers of ice, cracking and booming ricocheted around the natural amphitheatre, this place was certainly alive with activity. Chunks fell regularly off the glaciers front wall, creating yet more icebergs to choke our escape passage. A single night was incredible but