If the Arctic was made of Eskimo pies would you eat it, well would ya?

I was on the ice pack today, and all I could think of, while the snow was crunching under my feet, was Eskimo Pies. The mounds of snow drifts, white and clean, reminded me so much of vanilla ice cream that I wanted to grab some and bite into it. It was gorgeous out there, the sun burned off the haze casted beautiful shadows upon the mounds of snow. Divers drilled out holes in the ice and dove into the frigid water. A soft rainbow made a brief showing, and then vanished as quietly as it came. It was lovely.

Where I am

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.

Hello Ice

The Arctic is dry, and when the wind doesn’t blow it is so dry you almost don’t notice the cold. The wind is the persistent one that always makes sure you know it is there.

Goodbye Barrow

I made it to the ship. A landing crafted stormed the beaches of Barrow and picked me and the other Coasties up. After climbing the Jacob’s ladder and struggling out of my dry suit I found my room. The passageways are bit like a mousetrap with out the cheese. I love cheese. We have been steaming since last night and today we passed some ice. It was a pretty sight seeing all that ice floating on seawater. I would upload photos, but as you can imagine connectivity is an issue. More to follow. Tomorrow the scientist start their bear hunt. They are going to track them down from the GPS collars that are on them, tranquilize them with a rifle shot from a helicopter and conduct some studies on the ice.