"Now Willy stopped to drift as near to a berg as he dared, and went aft to dip a bucket into the water until he retrieved a bobbing basketball of ice that he picked into pieces.
We all shared martinis poured over glacial ice that popped and snapped as the relative heat of Willy’s boat freed oxygen as old as man.
Three hundred thousand year old air popping in our glasses – it was the sound of Greenland."
Next Tuesday here on the blog, we'll publish chapter two of the book, Common Sense and Whiskey: Greenland. See photos in the Greenland Gallery at EarthPhotos.com and in the Common Sense and Whiskey Companion.