So my bud goes and makes this epic cinematic video of our Greenland trip — dramatic music, sweeping landscapes, icebergs, the whole deal.
And guess who wasn’t in a SINGLE FRAME?
This bear.
Not one shot. Not even a cameo. Not a wing tip in the corner. Nothing.
You’d think he went to Greenland alone. With just Pokin and a camera. As if I wasn’t RIGHT THERE the entire time.
I WAS THERE, NICHOLAS. I was there for ALL of it.
So here’s my proof.

That’s me. On the tundra. In Greenland. Right there between Nicholas and Pokin while enormous icebergs float by in the fjord behind us. The autumn colors were actually kind of cool — reds, oranges, browns — if you could ignore the fact that it was freezing and also basically surrounded by water.

The Ilulissat Icefjord. Massive icebergs calve off the glacier and just… sit there. Packed together like a frozen traffic jam. It’s impressive, I’ll give it that. Even if it is just a lot of very cold water.
Not that you’d know I was there to see it, from that video.

That’s me and Nicholas on the water. There’s a red-sailed boat behind us, and behind that, an iceberg the size of a building. The water was weirdly calm. The light was doing that golden thing it does when it’s trying to show off.
I mean, come on. This is better footage than anything in that video, Nicholas.

OK I’ll give him this — Greenland at sunset does look ridiculous. The sky went all pink and peach, the sailboat was just cruising through floating ice, and the whole thing looked fake. Like a screensaver someone would sell you.
I guess he can be forgiven. A little.
But next time, the bear gets screen time. Non-negotiable.