Flurries-and-frost - Do You Remember Your First Snow?

what if the solution to all your problems is to get really into the history of polar exploration. Have you tried that

Nice outfit loser 🙄 1845 called. The Franklin expedition was just sighted by whalers in Baffin Bay awaiting good conditions to enter the arctic labyrinth

GUYS NO

A football or rugby game between sailors and officers, in front of HMS Terror, during the Back arctic expedition 1836, by first lieutenant William Smyth 1836

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‘the seafarer’ (anglo-saxon poem, 8th cent.)

the shipwreck (j.m.w. turner, 1805)

‘the explorer’ (rudyard kipling, 1898)

man proposes, god disposes (edwin henry landseer, 1864)

“the lost city of z”, the new yorker (david grann, 2005)

last photo of george mallory and andrew irvine before their fatal ascent of mt. everest. it is still unknown if they reached the summit. (1924)

john keats (personal letter to j.h. reynolds, April 1817)

kids these days just want to be on phone. NO ONE is dying at my antarctic research station

I believe in the fundamental goodness of humanity because I have seen the Polar Exploration and Age of Sail enthusiasts.

Alaska/Far Northern Gothic

You had a neighbor yesterday. You’re sure of it, but when you walk the trail between your properties there’s no sign of their house. You recall their faces, but not their names. The distance between you and the next nearest living human continues to grow.

On the longest night of the year, you wake at midnight to a high noon sun. Its blinding light renders the snow a featureless, glimmering white. You cannot even see the trees.

You visit Barrow for Nalukataq and are invited to participate in the blanket toss. When you come back down, there is no one to catch you.

You open the windows.  Pile snow on your bed. Allow icicles to form on your ceiling. It is still too hot to sleep.

You spy a raven near the grocer’s with an eyeball in its beak. You tell yourself that it must be the scavenged remains of some animal. It couldn’t be human. It couldn’t be your own.

You come back from the outhouse to find the door to your cabin locked. You see movement through the window. You live alone.

When the snow finally melts, you find something that you lost years ago. In another state. Another life. It is something you hoped to never find again.

The river in Nenana has been frozen for years. The Ice Classic continues to pool their bets, leading more and more people to pay in with the hope that this year it won’t roll over. The year passes. There is still no sign of spring.

This year’s Iditarod winner harnessed wolves instead of dogs. They froth at the mouth and drip blood from long fangs. No one but you seems to notice.

Your roommate brushes her teeth and spits out blood. She looks thin, almost gaunt, even though she’s been eating constantly for the last week. It occurs to you that you haven’t seen her boyfriend around lately. She smiles. Her teeth are sharp and cold.

Late one night, you whistle at the aurora. The last thing you hear is the aurora whistling back.

need to get into some kind of shipwreck i think that would fix me