Well we are getting further and further up North. We are at 77 degrees North. Internet might such down soon, we will see. The ice is beautiful. I saw a polar bear from the ship the other day. He was running away from the Coast Guard, smart bear.
On Sept. 3, 2009, I was chosen from among my colleagues to travel aboard the Coast Guard Cutter Polar Sea, homeported in Seattle. It wasn't just the selection that had me shaking, but the fact that I was fulfilling a life-long dream. For what made this trip truly special was the fact that I would not be working for the Coast Guard at all, but rather I would be an intern for National Geographic, and helping film the polar bear's plight in their melting world. This blog will document my journey.
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