All I can think about during the last part of the walk out of the field is doing a triple jump and flying like Mario to the truck. I totally do it all the time (in dreams) but without a wing cap, because I don’t wear hats.

In Barrow we walk for about twenty minutes to get to the site, and again to get back to the truck. The hardest part of the walk is the last four minutes, when you’re so so so close but you have to keep walking- and you have too many coats on and you’re thinking about Mario and one of your feet is wet because your boot leaks. Oh yes.

What a laugh I just had when I read my last post from a couple weeks ago! No snow here. It is as hot as I ever care for it to be, the sun has been shining (literally) for days, and the mosquitoes are out (at about 1/10 of their Atqasuk intensity).

Rob and I have finished 75 of 98 plots. We are champions, but nothing worth mentioning compared to the Jenny-Jeremy team. Rob knows his place. Don’t worry about him.

Baby Stella seems to be a champion, too. I have yet to see her in action, but word on the street is that she can point-frame with the best of them (which, of course, is exactly what she’s doing).

A fifth point-framer joined the ranks today. For the past week our PolarTREC teacher has been here. Keri is a Spanish/special ed teacher in the Bronx- but right now she’s part researcher, and she’s learning and writing about what we do. She said that her job is to make us look good… so check out her blog and see if she’s succeeding…!