North to the Night: A Spiritual Odyssey in the Arctic


In June 1994 Alvah Simon and his wife, Diana, set off in their 36-foot sailboat to explore the hauntingly beautiful world of icebergs, tundra, and fjords lying high above the Arctic Circle. Four months later, unexpected events would trap Simon alone on his boat, frozen in ice 100 miles from the nearest settlement, with the long polar night stretching into darkness for months to come.

With his world circumscribed by screaming blizzards and marauding polar bears and his only ...

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In June 1994 Alvah Simon and his wife, Diana, set off in their 36-foot sailboat to explore the hauntingly beautiful world of icebergs, tundra, and fjords lying high above the Arctic Circle. Four months later, unexpected events would trap Simon alone on his boat, frozen in ice 100 miles from the nearest settlement, with the long polar night stretching into darkness for months to come.

With his world circumscribed by screaming blizzards and marauding polar bears and his only companion a kitten named Halifax, Simon withstands months of crushing loneliness, sudden blindness, and private demons. Trapped in a boat buried beneath the drifting snow, he struggles through the perpetual darkness toward a spiritual awakening and an understanding of the forces that conspired to bring him there. He emerges five months later a transformed man.

Simon's powerful, triumphant story combines the suspense of Into Thin Air with a crystalline, lyrical prose to explore the hypnotic draw of one of earth's deepest and most dangerous wildernesses.

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"This is truly an adventure story—an intense and gripping exploration of the extreme reaches of the outer and inner world. It reminds me of Jon Krakauer's work with its blend of suspense and analysis and its sheer ability to communicate why and how people do extraordinary things. Though set in the dark, long Arctic winter, North to the Night is filled with illumination."
— Bill McKibben, author of The End of Nature

"A grand adventure on a vast and awesome scale, wrought onto paper by a writer with a true gift."
The Washington Times

"The flair of a storyteller and the outlook of a philosopher . . ."
The Buffalo News

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780767904469
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 9/14/1999
  • Edition description: REPRINT
  • Pages: 344
  • Sales rank: 501,972
  • Product dimensions: 5.25 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 0.88 (d)

Meet the Author

Alvah Simon spent thirteen years sailing the world, finding adventure in Borneo's jungles, Africa's deserts, and Cape Horn's ship graveyards. For their Arctic journey, he and his wife, Diana, received the 1997 Cruising World Outstanding Seamanship Award. The Simons live aboard the Roger Henry.

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Heavy winds howl off the Innussualuk Glacier, whipping Tay Bay into a winter tantrum, trying to huff and puff and blow my house down.  How long has this blizzard blown—two, three days now?  What does it matter?  The sun vanished months ago, leaving this wasteland cloaked in blackness and life sucking cold.  An hour, a day, a week, they all feel the same to me, huddled in this sleeping bag, sealed in my solo tomb.

When the sound becomes muffled, I know our ice-trapped yacht, the Roger Henry, has disappeared completely beneath the drifting snows.  If I can, I'll dig my way out when the winds abate.  If I cannot... well, that takes care of itself.  The nerve-shattering shriek of those winds is now only a dull groan.  If I could vocalize my aching loneliness, it would sound exactly like that.  I have tried so hard to adjust to the darkness and solitude. I even triumphed momentarily, but in the end it was futile.  Light and laughter are the core fuels of the human spirit.

Halifax, my calico kitten and my only companion, is buried deep beneath my feet.  I listen to her breathing, grateful for her company but concerned for her survival.

The mast shudders.  I like that; it reminds me of being at sea.  I can feel the rumble through the hull and fantasize that I am sailing, all canvas set, heeled in the southeast trade winds, steaming for New Zealand, toward my wife, Diana, her blond beauty and warm touch.  I anchor and run in warm sunlight up the beach to her.  I pull my hands from the sleeping bag and rest them on the sweeping curve of her waist, now growing from vivid to virtual in the black void before me.  Whiffs of her skin-warmed coconut oil and sweet frangipani lei flood my senses.  I pull her toward me.... but it's no use.  I'm pulled back north to stark reality when my hands start throbbing from the cold.

I probe the darkness for the slightest flicker of orange flame in the bowels of the heater, but the shadows outside have buried the flue pipe and extinguished my feeble source of warmth.   It's probably best, for I am dangerously low on fuel.  I can't afford to waste it on personal comfort, which I now define as anything warmer than the outside temperature of fifty degrees below zero.

In seven months the ice will break up,and I will attempt an escape to the south—that is, if the ice breaks up this year.  If it does not, I will face another year of frozen wilderness north of Baffin Island.  I must be as patient as the Inuit.  It is only a year, a finite, even countable three hundred sixty-five days.  In the grand scheme of things it's not an awfully long time.

Reluctantly, I crawl out of the sleeping bag into the cavelike cabin.  I am driven by extreme thirst, for in spite of the intense cold, the Arctic is a desert, and the dry air sucks the moisture from my lungs.  My fingers are stiff and shaking so violently that it's hard to strike a match to light the kerosene stove.  I break two matches, exceeding my daily ration.  I'll have to make it up later.  Finally the burner roars to life, and I huddle over the precious flame for a moment, letting it thaw the ice in my beard, before I slide a pot of ice chips over its warmth.

The sleeping bag beckons, but I should relieve myself while waiting to drink.  Fluid in, fluid out.  I shuffle to the forepeak where my waste bucket lies.  What with food scraps, human waste, and dishwater, I should empty it every other day, but this blizzard has disrupted everything.  I turn on my headlamp, and the darkness retreats a few feet, revealing that the bucket is absolutely full.  Damn!  Nothing is simple up here, nothing!  I'll have to go outside.  It takes ten minutes to dress: mukluks, thick bibs, fur-lined parka, gloves, and goggles.  Crawling up the steep, narrow steps, I test the hatch.  As expected, it is buried beneath heavy snow.  I kneel on the top step and shoulder the hatch like Atlas hefting the earth, pushing slowly with all my strength.  At first there is no movement and I fear my injured back will come apart again; then, slowly, the hatch moves away.  Being forced to take action now is actually a fortunate turn of events, for I have drifted toward lethargy.  Any later might have been too late.

Snow fills the cockpit.  The covering tent tarp slats like the crack of rapid rifle fire.  I crawl outside, pulling the bucket behind me.  Fully exposed now, I push through the frenzied air to the disposal pit.  When the heavy cylinder of ice slides out of the bucket, I am caught off-guard and the fierce wind rips the bucket from my hands.  It is an essential piece of equipment.  Without thinking, I sprint after it as it tumbles just out of reach.  I race a long way, eased along by the heavy wind on my back.  My dim headlamp beam bounces around my target, trying to zero in.  Each time I am about to dive on the bucket, I think, No, better get one step closer or I will lose it forever.

Then suddenly I freeze, recalling stories of men who perished just yards from their camp.  The bucket disappears into the polar night.  Very slowly I turn around into a blank wall of white wind.

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  • Posted February 19, 2009

    Exploring Oneself Through Arctic Adventuring

    No great prizes issued, no heroic welcome home - just a wonderfully written and captivating story of one man's adventure into the frozen expenses of the arctic. There is physical endurance, mental endurance and emotional awakening as two people make their way into a frozen, inhospitable climate on a small yet sturdy sailboat. The further they go the more it awakens their soles. The two become one and then literally face the separation and isolation brought on by the departure of one, Alvah Simon truly faces an awakening of mind, body and sole as his wife leaves and the darkness of winter fully sets in. Time takes on new meaning as days blur into weeks and darkness fills life at all corners. Simon captures adventure as a common man not a highly financed mega expedition, he and his wife take a dream make it into reality and sail away on the other side to write a book of self expression. A worth while read to gain a glimpse into the arctic realities and illumination of the dark corners of the earth and mind. If you like adventure this is an easily read book that will have a lasting impression of mans ability to adapt and grow both physically and spiritually.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2003

    Have to agree I couldn't put it down either!

    Absolutly a spiritual adventure. If you like the sea, sailing, and real life adventure you have to see it through Alvah's eyes. I will never do what he has done, but the way he describes it I almost feel like I have. One of those books where ever so often you have to stop, rest the book on your lap, and just take a moment to think about the beauty or danger he has just experienced. Wow!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 21, 2001

    Compelling Read

    One of the most interesting books I've read - I couldn't put it down! Makes one truly appreciate the mind-set it takes for exploration, and allows those 'lesser souls' of us to experience the dangers and wonder of the North country from the safety of our own armchairs.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 20, 2000

    Better than you can imagine

    I got this book as a gift, and frankly I winced a bit when I got it. How interesting can a book about spending the winter in the Arctic be? But I felt obligated to at least give it a try. All I can say is the author had to be insane to take this trip, and incredibly talented to write about it. It's not just an adventure of the North. It's an adventure of the mind. You share his vivid images of the spectacular spot where he spent the dark Artic Winter, and you feel his physical and mental struggles to survive in the dark and forbidding environment of the Arctic Winter. If you have any interest in adventure in the most remote and difficult reaches of our planet, you will enjoy this book.

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