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Bound for Ellsmere July 19, 2002, 2:14 p.m. I'm leaving tonight for Ottawa, then flying as far north as I'd fly south if I were going to Venezuela, and landing many hours later in Resolute on Ellsmere Island. My dad and I will be part of a guided group backpacking for two weeks on this island, which is north of the Arctic Circle - which, in fact, is between the magnetic and the true North Poles. There are no trees so far north, and this time of year there's no night, either. This land looks about the same as it did when Columbus sailed. I don't know if anyone lives in Resolute year-round or not. It's bound to be strange country. You won't hear from me for two weeks, then, though perhaps... well, I'll leave that be. Walk in peace. Goodbye, but just for now.
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