On August 22 my friend Cesco arrived in the Palouse, and on the morning of the 24'th we boarded an Alaskan Airlines plane in Spokane, bound for Barrow, Alaska (via Seattle, Anchorage and Fairbanks). Four years previous we had driven just north of the arctic circle in Norway, but I was curious whether the sheng canopy was over the arctic or not, and particularly whether it was over the north geographic and magnetic poles. Barrow is the northernmost town in the US, and being a terminal for a major airline, it seemed the most accessible place to visit where I might find answers to these questions.
It was a sunny day with good visibility, and the sheng canopy was overhead until our plane on the Fairbanks-Barrow leg reached about 50 miles south of Barrow. There was no sheng canopy over Barrow or as far as I could see over the Arctic Ocean.
We disembarked about 7:30 in the evening. The thermometer read about 40 Fahrenheit (6 Celsius), and we immediately set about finding somewhere to stay. According to several natives we queried, it would not do to camp outside, due to wandering polar bears. According to what we heard, the males of the species frequently weigh more than 1000 pounds, can easily outrun humans, and can sneak up on one amazingly soundlessly. Since there was about five hours of darkness impending, we decided to look for somewhere to stay INSIDE. There were only four hotels in town, the prices for rooms were quite high (about $250 for a room for two), and that night there was nothing available anyway. However Cesco talked a man at Ilisagvik College in Narl (about four miles east of Barrow) into letting us bed down in an empty room in a construction site nearby. The inside room was three sides of plywood, no door, and of course unheated, but we were quite pleased under the circumstances, and spent a reasonably comfortable night in our sleeping bags. From outside:
Next morning we hiked out along the coast, and eventually reached a strong latent vortex which I had felt the night before. On the way we both felt a presence off in the sky to the northeast which was obviously unhappy. And its rage increased proportionally we approached the latent vortex.
We opened up the vortex, and afterwards its rage faded into a whimpering, and then disappeared. One of the latent vortex points:
Afterwards Cesco, who took all these photos, caught me doing a little dance on the beach, as this marked the end of our task spreading the positive canopy:
The remainder of the day we spent in Barrow:
That evening we took Alaskan Air through Fairbanks to Anchorage.