I climbed the sand dune in my snowboots, and wondered what on earth I would find beyond the
ridge. Jen and Kent hauled the sledge, which looked so out of place on this terrain. A fierce sun beat down upon our backs. It melted the frost that clung to our eyelids, which made all three of us look like we were in tears. When the world's weather system first went haywire, this kind of thing was just weird. Now, the switch from hot to cold and stillness to storm, was an everyday occurance. What we were looking for, here at the New North Pole, was some kind of reason for such chaos.