No Greenland

To all you sarsaparillious scallywags:

There’s a lump in my throat as I write this.

Yes. Indeed.

I will be having surgery next Wednesday to remove it, and then we’ll be doing some fun, inconveniently timed follow up.

This means that unfortunately for us hopeful Arctic expeditioneers, our plots are all for naught. Sorry, kids. I’ve been working on this problem for the past three weeks, but Greenland’s a bust. Medical leaves of absence don’t just grow on trees, you know. You gotta take ’em when you can find ’em.

And so I have.

If you donated to the GoFundme, as of this morning I’ve logged a request for refunds, so you should be receiving those soon-ish. Probably it will take some days, since I’ve been hoarding your moneys like a gremlin and it’s all still in my bank account. Patience, grasshoppers.

Your time will come.

Like Harold.

In practical news, I’ll probably still be spending at least a little bit of my savings to go to Greenland and meet up with my crew before they head out, which should be fun.

Friends.

Then, on my way back, maybe I’ll send you pictures like this one:

and we can all think about peaceful things, like the evolutionary modifications utilized by the two charming shrubberies above.

Anyways, this is certainly a bummer, but it (ironically) might mean I get back on trails sooner than if we were gallivanting round in Arctic climes, watching the ice melt, and feeling the wind in our metaphorical faces.

Keep being awesome, and I’ll catch y’all on the flip side. This is gonna be great.

Don’t fall in,
Sail