Hello again!
Joy here, passing along an entry written by Paul, who is using his jet lag to get me to handle his work for him (it used to be “I’m on a boat on the Arctic”, now it’s “I’m sleepy in London….”; next it’ll be “I’m in space….”). But again with the digressing. Here’s what Paul had to say after a few days on land:
It’s frightening how connected the world actually is. Over 41 days, Arctic Row travelled though some of the most remote places on the planet, yet only 30 hours after stepping out of our boat in an isolated lagoon outside of Point Hope, AK, I found myself in Grand Central Station in Manhattan. Similar to the re-entry shock Collin described, I’ve also spent the last several days in a semi-daze trying to sort out the confusion of readjusting to life on land.
Being separated from Scott, Neal and Collin feels really strange, in a bad way. Funny as it may sound after spending 41 days in a small boat, I miss these guys. Sure, we were confined in an impossibly small space, we annoyed each other regularly, and had our share of disagreements, but we shared so many moments of indescribable beauty, awe, fear, and elation that by the end we were operating as one unit. For one of us to roll over at night the others always needed to move too. If one guy was hungry or thirsty, we all ate or drank. At the end of a wet rowing shift (pretty much every shift included some rain), we’d shed our wet layers of clothes (Eddie Bauer First Ascent or Kokatat of course!) on deck and hand them to the guys about to take over. We were truly four men operating as one, all pulling toward a shared goal. The picture below gives you an idea of what our living situation was like:
I took this picture with my head all the way aft in the rear (bigger cabin). It’s a little dark, but that’s Collin front and center. Opposite him (left side of the photo) is Scott, who is unavoidably overlapping legs with Collin and I. At the bottom right you can see my foot, which never had a convenient place to go and usually ended up either in someone’s lap or awkwardly jammed against the roof. You can also tell that we’re surrounded by quotes that found their way onto the foam-insulated wall as the journey progressed. Some were funny, but most were inspirational…exactly what we needed to keep our spirits up after collapsing into the cabin after a long rowing shift or during seemingly endless hours waiting out a storm. Here’s one of my favorites, which rings as true now as ever:
Because our email capability went down in the early days of the trip, we have an awful lot of stories still to share with the world. Joy did a terrific job blogging for us, but its safe to say that our best stories have yet to be told. Here’s a snapshot of the first few that comes to mind. We’ll tell you more in the days to come:
1) “The Sea Anchor Smash”
2) “Get Out the Shotgun”
3) “High Stakes Frogger – Dodging Ice and Tree Trunks on Arctic Ocean”
4) “We Lose Faith in the Sea Anchor – Neal and Scott’s Hero Row to Barrow”
5) “In Over Our Heads – The Entrance to Marryat Inlet”
6) “Citizen Science – What’s in Our Net?”
Thanks for joining us on the adventure of a lifetime –
Paul
September 5, 2012
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