The scene after landing on Bear Island. What you don't see are the 30 minutes or so of semi-terror spent getting there. (I say "semi-terror" because I have to save "full-blown terror" for the open water crossing two days later.) After rounding a corner of Bear Island, the wind and, consequently, the waves picked up, and I had to learn real quick how to deal with three-foot waves coming at me from the side.
Once we had safely landed, we could enjoy what a beautiful place this section of Bear Island is.
Self-portrait without a self-timer.