Baffin Bay, Iglooik, Repulse Bay, Severnaya Zemlya, Franz Josef Land, Ellsmere Island, Thule, Resolute, Prudhoe Bay, the Beaufort Sea...I place names from which tales hang like a cold mist, while “seasoned explorers, vehemently insisting on what they had seen, set down mountains and islands on their charts where there was nothing but empty sky.” The line between the names of places of camps and lakes, are all important to us; for that is the way we travel—with names. We could go anywhere, even to a strange place, simply because places are named. That would be how we find our way.


She asked me, ’Will you go to Greenland?’ But I’m already there.
In Greenland we ask ourselves what am I? What do I mean?


It is the way we can find how far we are from camp or from the next camp. Most of the names you come across when you are traveling are very old. Our ancestors named them because that is where existence and illusion pales with "snow, blowing snow, cloud cover, ice-fog, the aurora borealis, and moonlight. Even the stars, through their reflected light, contribute significantly to their own dimming."