As we headed into Disko Bay, we came across Imeriqssoq, an abandoned hamlet above an anchorage.
Imeriqssoq & Qeqertarsuaq
It was first hiding in the fog but easily visited by dinghy: old ramshackle houses still standing, but slowly dying next to a cemetery comprised of less than a dozen white crosses mostly tilted or fallen.
The ghosts watch huge icebergs on the horizon, chunks of a northern glacier sailing a circular route to the Newfoundland banks where they themselves will die in a few years.
We sailed past this convoy of ice in making for Disko Island, to an anchorage in Fortune Bay where a little microclimate encourages some patches of green growth.
The Viking explorers named Greenland more as a marketing ploy to convince settlers to follow, more than a little ironic since most came from Iceland.
At the southern extremity of Disko Island we stopped in at another township, Qeqertarsuaq, a fishing centre across the bay from Aasiaat. From the anchorage we watched fishermen at work on racks, drying cod.
The pier is gated by an iconic whale bone arch and flanked by some small cannons and a harpoon gun.
This is a particularly neatly maintained village with a lovely aesthetic, the people holding on to their traditions.
We started to notice more and more huskies and sledges around, the dogs dozing and moulting in the summer sun on top of the warm rocks where they are chained up. Absent snow, the village is languid and peaceful under the summer sun.
Out in the Bay, the water was crowded by large icebergs, osbscuring the view back to the mainland.
