Survivor Ellesmere

I always hate leaving Eureka. I love being there and it's hard to leave and head South. This trip flew by, and already I'm back in Resolute. Our charter is taking a bit of a detour heading back to Yellowknife, to drop off the part of the team visiting the school in Grise Fiord. (I'm not going because I'm going to a conference in Germany next weekend.) The runway there is a bit short, and the pilots were worried about landing with all the people, so instead of the more logical stopping there on the way to Resolute, they dropped some of us off here and are flying back to Grise. So I'm back in a familiar place: waiting in Resolute for a plane. I guess it's not a trip to the Arctic if I'm not sitting in the South Camp Inn, waiting for a plane to come in. The weather's good. We shouldn't have to wait long...

I'll be back in Toronto Monday night, and then off to Bremen Saturday evening. So if you're there, and would like to hear more detailed tales of my Arctic adventures, and especially if you want to hear these tales while climbing, let me know!