Mike thinks how foolish it would be for this mighty beast to put any faith in us. We had only good intentions-to revel in its beautiful immensity and to feel its power. Finally, we see it relaxed on the surface, its blowhole quivering like a volcanic cone, but it senses our presence and quickly sounds. A mighty bowhead whale is nearby, and its rhythmic breaths fill us with awe. We weave our way through the labyrinth of ice, and in the distance we hear an unmistakable sound. In Jeff MacInnis’s words…Our third season.
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