Paul RichardsonThis is the latest in The Daily Beast’s series on underrated destinations, It’s Still a Big World.Waking at 3 a.m., I creep out of my tent into the weird penumbra of an Arctic summer night. Below me lies a deep fjord where icebergs float serenely in water of a steely blue. At the back of the view is a cyclorama of jagged mountains, their dark shoulders cloaked with late snow. Being “in the middle of nowhere” has never seemed more literally true. I stare dumbly, wondering for a mom