(un)frozen: THE THREE STATES THAT MATTER
2 July
When I sat up in my sleeping bag this morning and looked out, I could see an ice push on the north shore, a low wall forming on the horizon. Looking back, you might expect living alone on an Arctic Ocean island would heighten senses and turn me into a light sleeper. Hearing a boat approaching the island or a bear nearing the tent would be a good survival skill, after all. Instead, I awoke to find the Arctic Ocean had moved thousands of tons of ice to within a hundred meters of where I sle...