There I was, shipwrecked in the Arctic, and all that stood between me and cannibalism (there were others present) was a shipload of food.

Wait, that doesn't sound very endangering. I'll work on it.

Currently I am in Indiana, and too bright and early tomorrow we shall wing out way home. By this time tomorrow I should be comfortably ensconced in my humble little cabin on the claim.

Ah, the adventures! The excitement! But since we did not see the Aurora we will have to venture to Yellowknife, or Whitehorse, or Fairbanks. A reprise of the Norway journey will have to wait a bit.