One of my officemates is a marathon runner, and has a pretty fierce fear of flying. Somehow or another, he ended up committing to some sort of supermarathon called the Northwest Passage Marathon Races. His first time on an airplane, and he's going to be flying five legs from here in Centre County to Resolute Bay in Nunavut. They were just talking to him on his cel, panicking in Detroit, worried that he's going to miss his next connection. We were jokingly speculating on yesterday's hike as to whether he's going to be eaten by polar bears, or fall into the ocean, or just be sucked dry by those infamously huge Arctic mosquitoes. Good luck, Jeremy!