Well hello friends,
Tony Bologna here. I will start out with a little adventure that I embarked on on Monday morning at 2:00 in the am. I woke up at 1:50, hoping to see the Northern Lights (Aurora Borealis). Since it was dark from 1:00-4:00, 2:00 would be a good time to see them. I walked about 200 yards and was standing on the shore of the Arctic Ocean. I waited quietly and mysteriously for the lights to appear. After about a minute, I looked down in the snow. I saw a pattern going up the slope, down the slope, up the slope, down the slope. I said to myself, "Well I'll be...those look like polar bear tracks." They were!!! Now, a number one rule here on the slope is not to venture off by yourself, especially at 2:15 in the am. You can call me dumb as I proceeded to take some sweet photos of the head-size paw prints. The lights never came and I scurried back to the dorm, like a snowshoe hare scampering across the frozen Arctic Tundra.
Little did I know that those tracks were fresh. The next day, a warning came out saying that college officials spotted tracks at around 2:30 in the am. I saw them at 2:15.
In all seriousness, polar bears are no joke. They will sneak up on you and they will eat you. People all over the school wondered what I was thinking. I don't know but I learned a lesson. I think I just missed that bear.