When we disembarked and were allowed to roam the ice, the
crew set up safety boundaries by placing poles with red flags in places that
might be considered hazardous. This
included the perimeter of the ship, since there was open water around it. Snow was prevalent, with some drifts rising
above our knees. Surprisingly, the layer
below the snow was slushy, which is alarming, even though the ice is
at least 9 feet thick in most places. It was downright spooky to think the sea floor lay 3 miles directly below us, and
we're walking around on a layer that appeared to be melting. We had to put our faith in this seasoned crew, believing that as long as we followed their rules, the North Pole would not be our
eternal resting place. Overly dramatic? Experience it for yourself and share your
thoughts!
Later, we had some whiskey in the Victory Saloon and all is
well.
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| Nothing like a drink chilled with a chunk of glacial ice |
Will check in again soon with more insights. Thanks for your
support!
