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The North Pole Was Here: Puzzles and Perils from the Top of the World

The North Pole Was Here: Puzzles and Perils from the Top of the World

by Andrew C. Revkin

The sun never sets, the air is twenty degrees below zero, and the ice is moving at four hundred yards an hour. Welcome to the North Pole. In 2003, environmental reporter Andrew Revkin joined a scientific expedition to one of the world's last uncharted frontiers, where he was the first New York Times reporter ever to file stories and photographs from the top of the


The sun never sets, the air is twenty degrees below zero, and the ice is moving at four hundred yards an hour. Welcome to the North Pole. In 2003, environmental reporter Andrew Revkin joined a scientific expedition to one of the world's last uncharted frontiers, where he was the first New York Times reporter ever to file stories and photographs from the top of the world.

In his quest to understand the pole, Andrew leads readers through the mysterious history of arctic exploration; he follows oceanographers as they drill a hole through nine feet of ice to dive into waters below; peers into the mysteries of climate modeling and global warming; and ultimately shows how the fate of the pole will affect us all.

Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher

“Although the text is for a younger audience, youths have not been written down to, and adults can certainly learn new information from the clear exposition.” —Science Books and Films

“This is a fascinating book on a timely subject, but it is not an easy read, despite the fact that it is being marketed for kids as young as ten...The writing is first rate, the facts and anecdotes informative and entertaining.” —Children's Literature

“The writing style is clear and engrossing, especially in the passages that deal with activities in which the scientists engaged. It is a recommended purchase for all libraries with strong young adult nonfiction collections.” —VOYA

“This exciting book is certain to fascinate readers...A blend of colorful full-bleed photos with text overlaid and smaller, bordered images makes for a dynamic layout. The wonderfully written narrative will pull youngsters into the book and hold them there willingly until the last page.” —Children's Literature

New York Times environmental reporter Revkin ventured to the North Pole to witness firsthand the impact of global warming. Evidence of the warming trend is more obvious at the poles, where the temperature changes have been more dramatic than at the latitudes where most people live. The author uses previously published articles from the Times, many penned by him, to expand on the text that describes his journey to the pole in 2003. Some history of initial efforts by explorers to get to the pole is included, but the focus of the book is the current state of the environment in this region, and scientific efforts to study what may be creating temperature changes. For example, the author describes how scientists placed a data recorder on the bottom of the ocean at the pole and struggled to retrieve it a year later when he accompanied them. Revkin does a nice job of packaging the material he presents to make it interesting for the reader. Maps, photos, and diagrams all complement the text to illustrate what researchers and other explorers are currently studying at the pole. Author of Global Warming: Understanding the Forecast (Abbeville Press, 1992) and The Burning Season, (Houghton Mifflin, 1990), Revkin clearly has much expertise on the subject of climate change. The writing style is clear and engrossing, especially in the passages that deal with activities in which the scientists engaged. It is a recommended purchase for all libraries with strong young adult nonfiction collections. VOYA CODES: 5Q 3P M J (Hard to imagine it being any better written; Will appeal with pushing; Middle School, defined as grades 6 to 8; Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9). 2006, Kingfisher/Houghton Mifflin,128p.; Index. Illus. Maps. Source Notes. Further Reading., Ages 11 to 15.
—Sean Michael Fleming
Children's Literature - Michael L. Cooper
This is a fascinating book on a timely subject, but it is not an easy read, despite the fact that it is being marketed for kids as young as ten. Revkin is an environmental writer for the New York Times who has visited and written extensively about the North Pole. His book covers the lore and history of polar exploration, its scientific value, and the current concerns about global warming melting the North Pole's ice. Reprints of Times' articles supplement Revkin's original material. The 128-page book contains lots of color and black-and-white photographs and illustrations. The writing is first rate, the facts and anecdotes informative and entertaining. The list of further reading is lame because it only cites articles from the New York Times. But the list of Internet sites is good.
School Library Journal
Gr 6 Up-This exciting book is certain to fascinate readers. Revkin, a New York Times reporter, relates his journey to the top of the world in the company of scientists studying climate changes. The informative chapters weave together accounts of his experiences and observations with details about the environment, its exploration, and scientific concepts. He recounts ancient perceptions of the far north, the difficulties faced by the first explorers, and the highly publicized early-20th-century race to the pole. He also covers topics such as the movement of the magnetic pole, extracting and studying core samples of ancient rock for geological information, and tactics for surviving extreme conditions. The work of climatologists and oceanographers is introduced, along with a glimpse at the possible effects of global warming. Shortened articles from the New York Times on related subjects appear throughout. The illustrations include full-color photographs of the author's trek, archival reproductions and photos of previous excursions, original diagrams that clarify concepts, and maps. A blend of colorful full-bleed photos with text overlaid and smaller, bordered images makes for a dynamic layout. The wonderfully written narrative will pull youngsters into the book and hold them there willingly until the last page.-Jodi Kearns, University of Akron, OH Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

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Publication date:
New York Times Series
Product dimensions:
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1300L (what's this?)
Age Range:
12 - 17 Years

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

Where All Is South

For nearly two hours, I have been staring out a small window on a droning propeller-driven airplane. The low, unsetting sun casts the plane's shadow off to the side, where it slides over what looks like an endless crinkled white landscape. But there is no land below us. There is only an ocean—a frozen one. We are flying out across a cap of floating, drifting ice that's the size of the United States. As far as the eye can see, colliding plates of ice raise jumbled miles-long ridges, some as high as houses. Here and there, the ice is split by cracks that expose the black depths of the Arctic Ocean underneath.

The plane is jammed with instruments and survival gear and scientists heading to the top of the world to study climate changes at the pole. Nearly five hundred miles ago, we left the most northern spot where people can live year-round, a Canadian military base called Alert, and headed farther north—

as far north as you can go before you suddenly find yourself pointed south again.

Researchers have long been measuring a global warming trend, but it is in the Arctic that temperatures have risen the most. This research team is trying to understand why conditions are changing and what the changes may mean for people and the environment.

Finally, the pilot says we are nearing our destination. The plane's shadow grows as we descend. We are all overheated and sweating, stuffed into puffy layers of clothing and huge insulated boots. But no one else seems quite as nervous as I am about what is coming. In a few moments, the pilot is going to set this fifteen-ton rubber-tired airplane down on a rough runway scraped across the eight-foot-thick sea ice. The crew and scientists around me, who have done this for several years in a row, are munching peanut butter sandwiches and apples, reading books, chatting. I tighten my seatbelt. The

Arctic has claimed the lives of many of the people who have been brave enough, or crazy enough, to press north. I wonder if the ice will hold, or if it will crack open and swallow the plane.

We finally touch down. There is a quick series of thumps and bumps and the rising roar of engines thrown into reverse. The propellers raise clouds of sparkling whiteness called "diamond dust"—crystals of flash-frozen sea mist far finer than snowflakes. A hatch opens and we climb down aluminum steps.

Quite suddenly, I am standing on top of the world, about sixty miles from the spot around which the earth spins. The frigid air bites at my cheeks. The bright sun forces me to squint. My boots scrunch on what feels like snow-

covered ground. It takes a few moments before I remember I am walking on floating ice that is drifting about four hundred yards an hour over an ocean two miles deep—deep enough that ten Empire State Buildings could be stacked beneath us without breaking the surface. I am standing at the earth's last real edge, the last place where people cannot get very comfortable for very long.

Unlike the planet's South Pole—where a continent is home to permanent research stations and dozens of scientists, engineers, cooks, doctors, and other staff—at the North Pole nothing is permanent except the seabed far below. The ice that is here today will be somewhere else tomorrow. In a few years, much of what I am walking on, what our airplane landed on, will break up and slide out of the Arctic Ocean altogether through passages around

Greenland, replaced by newly formed ice. A visitor once left a message in a container on the ice near this spot. It was found on a beach in Ireland a few years later.

A couple of weeks ago, Russian workers flew here from Siberia to plow the runway into ice that had frozen solid through the long Arctic night. Six weeks after we leave, that same ice will pool with slushy meltwater and crack in pieces.

Welcome to life around the North Pole. The air is fifteen degrees below zero.

The sun is circling in low, twenty-four-hour loops. If you define a day as the stretch between sunrise and sunset, today began on March 21 and will end on September 21. We are at one of the two places on the earth's surface where time loses all meaning. The only reason anyone here has any idea whether we should be asleep or eating lunch or breakfast is because the

Russian crew running operations on the ice have set their watches to

Moscow time. The only food I will eat in the next eight hours is a shared half-

frozen salmon sandwich. And I am in love with this place.

This is a strange feeling for me. I never liked the cold much. When I was a kid, I was drawn to sun-baked regions, either real or imagined, preferring The

Swiss Family Robinson to White Fang. I loved nothing more than pulling on a diving mask and snorkel in summertime to swim in warm bays and sneak up on fish and hermit crabs. I once spent more than a year on a sailboat journeying from the sunny South Pacific across the Indian Ocean and up the

Red Sea.

Now I am at sea again, but this time I am standing on top of it. The sun is blinding, but the air is painfully cold. I feel like a mummy, stiffly stuffed into four layers of clothing. (I will end up smelling a bit like a mummy, too,

because we will not be able to wash for three days.) My toes tingle from the cold despite the giant insulated "bunny boots" I am wearing, but I am totally uninterested in fleeing to the small red tents nearby—the only hints of color in this blindingly bright ice world. I have somehow been captured by the magnetic pull of the Arctic, a tug that I have read about but never experienced.

For thousands of years, philosophers and navigators puzzled over what might be found at the world's northernmost spot. On one expedition after another,

explorers died trying to reach this place. And now we have flown here in two hours from Canada.

Each year between mid-March and the end of April, after the single Arctic day has dawned and before the ice gets too soggy, dozens of people come here—and not just scientists. There are tourists popping champagne corks,

skydivers from Moscow, and ski trekkers from South Korea. There are extreme athletes from Manchester, England, who trained for their treks here by jogging around their neighborhoods dragging heavy truck tires from ropes tied around their waists. There are even marathon runners, including one man from Rhode Island who prepared for the first North Pole marathon, run here in

2003, by jogging in place in a dairy's walk-in ice cream freezer. Technology has invaded as well, and it helps make life here possible. We know our position within a few feet thanks to cell phone–size GPS navigational devices. From the ice, I call my ninety-eight-year-old grandmother on a satellite telephone. She tells me she hopes I am wearing a hat.

Most visitors stay in a Russian-run base camp called Borneo, which is a strange mix of comforts and rugged simplicity. It has heated tents,

electricity, a DVD player and TV, and four microwave ovens. But the toilet for men is nothing more than a waist-high igloo-style wall of ice blocks.

The scientists and I are using Camp Borneo only as a stepping-stone. Our final destination is an unnamed group of tents thirty miles closer to the pole—

tents with no heaters, no DVDs, no champagne. The scientists are part of a small international army of dedicated researchers undertaking a host of inventive, and sometimes dangerous, projects aimed at understanding the changing face of the North Pole.

As I'm marveling at this frozen floating icescape, I am struck by the idea that later in this century the Arctic Ocean could well be uncloaked in the summer,

no longer crusted in ice but instead mainly open water, as wave-tossed and blue as the Pacific and Atlantic oceans.

The global warming trend that raised the earth's average temperature one degree Fahrenheit in the twentieth century has had a stronger effect here.

Average temperatures in some parts of the Arctic have risen as much as eight degrees since the 1970s. The sea-ice cover, which always shrinks a bit in summer, has for decades been pulling back more and more, exposing great stretches of open water. Computer simulations show that it may disappear altogether late in this century.

Most scientists have concluded that people are probably causing most of the recent global warming trend and some of the changes in the Arctic climate and ice by adding to the atmosphere long-lived gases that trap the sun's heat, somewhat as a greenhouse roof does. But, as always in science,

questions follow answers. No one can be sure exactly how much of the recent warming is human-caused and how much is the result of natural fluctuations in the climate system. Indeed, there is little information on how temperatures in the high Arctic varied in centuries past. Until recently, the forbidding nature of the vast icy seascape has prevented all but a few bold explorers from traveling here.

The planet has for millions of years seen great cycles of ice ages and warm periods. The changes under way around the North Pole could at least partly reflect natural flickers in climate, which is full of ups and downs.

But each year brings more signs that recent environmental shifts around the

Arctic are extraordinary. Dragonflies are showing up for the first time in memory in Eskimo villages, causing children to run to their parents, startled by these unfamiliar insects. Robins are pecking at the tundra. The Arctic's native peoples have no name for this bird.

In a few decades, if the warming continues, it may also be harder to find a safe site to set up camp here. Perhaps there will come a time when the new

North Pole will be a place that is easier to sail to than stand on.

In the meantime, though, the best option for studying the pole is to camp on the ice. Much science these days is done in laboratories, on computers, or using long-distance probes like orbiting satellites. But some science still must be done up close and personal. On this floating, shifting, melting ice,

there is no place to stick a thermometer or other device and expect to find it again. So the team must come here, study the atmosphere, ice, and sea below, and return year after year to create a picture of what is going on.

They call their project the North Pole Environmental Observatory, but that name gives the impression that it's some exotic domed facility. The reality is clear to me soon enough. After a quick ride in a Russian helicopter with black soot stains on its orange sides and a fabric strap holding the cargo doors shut, we arrive at the science camp. It consists of two tentlike huts,

each about the size of a garden shed, and a scattering of buoys, tools, and boxes. At this spot, instruments recording sea currents and temperature were dropped to the sea floor one year ago on a two-mile-long line. Now they have to be retrieved from beneath that shifting ice. The procedure will require several of the researchers to get into diving suits and drop through a small opening melted through ice. And I thought that I was being adventurous.

To celebrate getting here, one scientist who arrived a couple of days before us, Jim Johnson, erected a red-and-white-striped barber pole and a sign that said north pole is here.

But after a day or so, Johnson changed the wording, so that the sign now reads north pole was here.

The past tense is meant as a joke. The drift of the ice guarantees that anyone who is at the North Pole at one moment is not there a few minutes later.

But the sign also reflects the broader and much more profound idea that confronts everyone up here: that the unreachable, unchanging North Pole of our imagination, history, maps, and lore no longer exists.

How to Get to the North Pole

July 2003: My trip to the North Pole started with a car ride from my home in

New York State to Newark, New Jersey. From Newark International Airport, I

took a short evening flight to Ottawa, Canada, and then the fun began. On each leg of my trip, the planes and airports got smaller and the temperature colder. The runways switched from asphalt to packed snow.

A Boeing 737 carried me north to Iqaluit, the capital of Nunavut, Canada's newest territory. With some scientists and a reporter from the Dallas Morning

News, Alexandra Witze, I boarded a twin-engine Beechcraft, which is the local equivalent of a Greyhound bus, stopping at ever-smaller outposts on the long route north until it reached the end of the line, Resolute.

Resolute lies on a winding passage through a maze of islands about nine hundred miles south of the pole, right near the place where the nineteenth-

century British explorer Lord Franklin and his crew lost their way, went insane, and—dragging themselves over the frozen landscape—died.

After a night at the metal-roofed Narwhal Inn, it was time for the four-hour flight to the pole, including one last stop—at Alert, a Canadian military outpost and the northernmost place permanently occupied by people—to top off the fuel tanks.

Finally, four days and 2,900 miles from New York, the fifteen-ton plane lurched heavily as it landed on a runway carved by a Russian bulldozer on the drifting ice sixty miles from the pole.

Reporting from the North Pole

The North Pole, June 5, 2003: Notebook computers, digital cameras, and satellite telephones are enabling journalists to do what seemed impossible just a few years ago: transmit stories and images from the world's last untamed edges. But technology still has limits, and they may be most obvious on the floating ice near the North Pole. During my stay there, I

learned the art of practicing journalism at fifteen degrees below zero.

First, the basics: Bring pencils, not pens. Ink freezes. Bring lots of pocket warmers, little yellow packets that heat up for hours when exposed to air.

These are not just for fending off frostbite, but also for keeping your batteries warm.

And of course bring tape, every kind—electrical, duct, and the like—to fix the things that break (they will break) and to attach those pocket warmers to the back of a camera, the side of a microphone, the bottom of a laptop computer.

Satellite telephones have significant limitations. The signals travel in a straight line, so getting the antenna right is essential. There are sometimes painful gaps in conversations while the transmission jumps from one satellite to the next. Things can get tense if you are in the habit of watching the rise and fall of the little glowing bars on your laptop screen that show the data flow when you e-mail a big file. Halfway through the thirty- or forty-minute process of sending a picture, it is not uncommon to see the bars disappear altogether.

Despite the limitations, I am still amazed at the ability to link the last frontiers on a fast-shrinking planet.

Meet the Author

Andrew Revkin has been reporting on the environment for The New York Times since 1995. His coverage of climate change won the inaugural National Academies Communication Award for print journalism.

He is also the author of The Burning Season and Global Warming: Understanding the Forecast. He lives in New York's Hudson River valley.

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