It’s easy to look at glaciers and mountains and beaches and beautiful wilderness from the safety and security of a ship. But try getting into a kayak, paddling up to those beaches, and standing in the shadow of those glaciers and mountains. I pulled my kayak onto this beach under the watchful eye of a gold-flecked black wolf, followed the tracks of a giant brown bear whose paws were bigger than my head, swam in the icy waters of a glacial pool, and shivered in a biting wind as I watched sunset fall. Robert Service had it right when he wrote, Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us; Let us journey to a lonely land I know. There’s a whisper on the night-wind, there’s a star agleam to guide us, And the Wild is calling, calling . . . let us go. Photographer: Emily Mount