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CW: #Reading in Week Twenty of 2026 | May 11–17 | ~2700 words | ~15k characters | Tag to mute: #BokBooks
●●◐○○ The Thing in the Cellar - David Keller (ss) 1932
Ever since he was a baby, Tommy had feared the cellar. Which also means fearing the kitchen, when the surprisingly stout oaken door leading to the cellar was open, or even just unlocked. Tommy's parents lived with this while he was young, but when it was time for him to start school, his simple parents had consulted a doctor.The young doctor recommended nailing the cellar door open, and locking Tommy in the kitchen for an hour to get over his fears. This is the first story in Classic Masters of Horror, so you can guess how things went.
●●●◐○ Those Left Behind {Behold: Humanity! 20} - Ralts Bloodthorne (nov) 2025
More aftereffects of the Big-C3, the Confederacy-Council Conflict, which morphed into the War Against the Atrekna, which begat the Phase Ghost Invasion, which woke the Earthlings. And Earthlings smite whatever bothers them.When Earth had barely achieved solar system colonies, a Precursor War Machine — a continent-size robot warship, relic of a war millions of years ago — attacked. Humans barley survived. They decided they couldn't keep all their eggs in one basket, so they adapted Precursor tech and built ships, taking humans who would later be called Earthlings (as opposed to the Terrans who stayed behind and spread) into the Great Dark, to hide and grow. If humans were wiped out, some would remain to wreak vengeance.
An Atrekna temporal attack wiped out 99.9% of Terrans. Earthlings responded by novabombing their star systems. Now some are in Council space, investigating the Lanaktallans. The cow-centaurs started the war against the Terran Confederacy, but later surrendered to Terrans and allied with them against the extra-universal Atrekna. Earthlings never investigate. Something odd is going on.
We also see Vuxten get sucked into a holiday special, where he ends up fighting a rogue World Court elf, a holiday banshee, a squad of toy soldiers, and Jack Frost himself before rescuing Santa and Mrs. Claus, who'd been kidnapped by Kris "Krusher" Kringle.
The Flashbang resets normspace, banishing phase ghosts who'd escaped the networks. A Lanaktallan gaming lord nearly kills himself writing a program to purge phase ghosts still in GalNet. Hesstlan combat medic Melinvae gets psych-eval'd out of the military, and courtesy of Atrekna time resets, comes home 82 years old, when her mother is only 45. The rebooting of the SUDS matrioshka shells continues, and Marco's mind unravels, legacy of his personality having been rewritten thousands of times by the now-defunct Council of Eternity.
And so on. Unless you've been reading the series, none of this makes the slightest bit of sense to you. But the author got his organ transplant, and it looks like he'll now live to finish the series.
●●○○○ Sunleaf Haven and the Unwritten Law - Mel Cowan (ss) 2025
Jane was reading by the pool when the newbie walked out of the changing rooms clutching a folded towel below belt level. George was pale and very nervous. When he found himself a lounger, he chose one with a view of, well, everything, and he then proceeded to break the most fundamental, unwritten rule: the Gaze.The social contract of a nudist resort is simple: No staring. No photography without explicit consent. No overt sexual behavior. No comments on appearance. Respect personal space. A towel is vital.
This is how George broke rule after rule, but in the end it was determined that he was an idiot, not a creep, and Jane was able to make him realize what he was doing wrong, and to change.
●●●◐○ Problems in the Pyrenees {NBL Solutions 3} - Ted Bun (nva) 2020
Problem-solving Melody's now full-time Researcher, Susan (budget cuts closed the library she'd worked at), was married to policeman Gerald, who'd been Melody's late husband's deputy. A former colleague of his, Clare, now an author, had contacted him about a problem, and naturally he'd referred her to the Naked Beach Lady's outfit.Clare had a second novel to finish by deadline, and had rented a somewhat isolated cottage in France in order to concentrate. But a man was bothering her, continually stopping by to fix a gate or trim some bushes — and mostly catch glimpses of the bikini-clad woman in the pool, between her morning and evening writing sessions. She needed to get rid of him without making a fuss in the small village where she'd be for the rest of the summer.
Melody to the rescue. And of course she was her usual nudist self while on the job, and encouraged uptight Clare to at least go topless. Nudity even turned out to be the solution to the problem. Melody being Melody, she also helped Clare get over a past assault, as well as try dating again, with a hunky baker (and ex-rugby player) in the nearby village being the match, one with his own troubled past that Melody helped him get over. As a bonus, she also helped the love life of a widowed gay Brit who lived in the village and did odd jobs for people.
Unlike in the past two novellas, Melody herself didn't have a fling. She nearly did on the way back home, but the man who chatted her up turned out to be sexist, so she dumped him after dinner. C'est la vie.
●●●◐○ Admiral's Inspection {Bullard 1} - Malcolm Jameson (ss) 1940
Admiral Abercrombie of the Patrol Force had the notion that the crews of his ships weren't up to snuff, and reached far back in history to a time when iron men sailed iron ships. Could the space sailors of 8940¹ meet the battle efficiency standards of the old Americans of 1940?And that's the story. The notice of the upcoming inspection, with the standards to be applied, then three weeks of preparation. Then the crew of the Pollux would be shadowed by the crew of her sister ship, the Castor, as the umpires rated their reactions to an increasing horrible series of fake accidents and disasters that resulted in most of the crew pretend-killed and most of the ship pretend-disabled.
One of the problems wasn't pretend, however, when an umpire used a small fireworks to make a pretend storage room fire more dramatic. It ended up burning something which released nitrous oxide gas. The "dead" crew in the nearby mess became gas-drunk, and decided to start pulling wires and smashing equipment, which left the ship in real trouble, disabled and heading full blast toward Jupiter.
By the end of the test junior officer Bullard — the hero of a set of nine stories, eight of which are in the collection this tale comes from² — was the only one of the command crew officially left alive. That there are that many more stories in the series tells you he did well in the test.
●●○○○ The Cabral Discovery - Jake Berry Ellison, Jr (ss) 2018
Amil Cabral shared neither the concerns of his corrupt politician father, nor his guilt-ridden priest brother. Nor did he care about stealing his father's riches — really the fortune his grandfather had stolen while fleeing after Amil's namesake's assassination — for his own use.Amil used his father's cryptocurrency to pay for runtime on a black-market quantum cloud computer. His algorithm learned patterns of human behavior, society, and Earth’s biosystems. Amil had already died from his father's torture to get the crypto wallet's key back when his program triggered a watcher program which sent a signal to the stars. Earth was almost ready. Time to send in the harvester ships…
{This is the story the collection is named for? An undeveloped idea that Ellison couldn't write ten pages on?}
●●●◐○ What Manner of Man {Blood 2} - Tanya Huff (ss) 1996
Heny Fitzroy, vampire, was returning home from a card game at a time when gaslamps were new to London. He heard three men attacking a fourth in an alley, and an unwise impulse to intervene struck him. The man he rescued was Charles Evans, an acquaintance of an acquaintance who worked at the Home Office, who'd had a sword run through his shoulder.After running off the ruffians, Henry had looked at the bleeding man and thought a feeding might be in order before taking him home, and had said “I think it might be best if you trusted me and slept.” This led to the man calling for Henry the next day. Someone was stealing military plans, and unless the culprit could be caught before he could pass them on, Napoleon would have the information he needed to defeat Wellington. Evans knew he could trust Fitzroy to find the spy. Henry was trapped.
One candidate was Sir William Wyndham, a man who gambled widely but not well, and who was thus in serious need of money. Another was Lord Ruthven, a man who dressed in black and who was always quietly drunk, who might think the world needed to be burned down. The third candidate was Mr. Maxwell Aubrey, a rich young fool who was easily led; if he would make a fool of himself in front of a formal ball for a bet, could he be convinced to convey some papers, unaware of what they were?
●●●◐○ Gateway to Elsewhere - Murray Leinster (nov) 1954
Tony Gregg bought an interesting coin at a flee market. The owner of the Syrian restaurant he went to identified the Arabic writing on it as saying "Barkut". He said that if Tony came back Thursday when businessman Mr. Emurian dined, he could ask him about it.Mr. Emurian spun a tale of an alternate world where the Arabian Nights were factual. A world that one could get to via isolated places in each world that were identical. He also said that he had a friend who'd pay two thousand dollars for the coin. But the adventurer in Tony won out, and he decided to visit Barkut. He began at the racetrack, flipping the coin — which Mr. Emurian said would be trying to get back to its own world — to choose what horse to bet on. He made eleven grand.
Tony used that money to go where the coin flips led him, eventually ending up in Suakim, on the Red Sea. A journey with a dangerous crew, then stealing a dinghy at night, led to him being washed up on a beach, which ended up being near Barkut. He fought bandits, stole their camels, came to a city, and was imprisoned as a likely djinn, in which incarceration the queen's chief slave girl taught him Arabic.
So we have a djinn-kidnapped queen — who doesn't want to come home. Her chief slave, Ghail, who insists upon it, and who has feelings for Tony — and who knows that the foreign hero will surely mess up. A city of djinns and djinnees, all of whom have the intellect of children, the attention span of butterflies, and vast powers of transmogrification. Tony must try to save Barkut and to win the human Ghail over, while dealing with the two slave-girl djinnees assigned to him, and the other one who has a crush on him. What can a poor fated hero do?
●●●◐○ The Big Trek - Fritz Leiber (ss) 1957
A human wakes in a desert, not knowing how he got there. Not far from him he sees a line of beings walking by. They had two, three, four, six legs; arms or tentacles or other; feathers or fur or scales; and some were in transparent environment suits filled with water or different types of air. Not seeing what else to do, he joined the march, which was also somewhat a dance.At one point they passed the ruins of a city, with broken skyscrapers sprouting from rubble. The man went to examine the city, and found dark beasts hiding in the shadows, beasts who followed him, and who talked. They were former humans, trying to get him to join them. The man's memory returns, and he recalls where he is and why he came, and he flees. He eventually rejoins the march.
●●○○○ Casting Office - Kris Neville (ss) 1951
Neville is sometimes given to Art, and produces opaque works. The first third of this tale was that. At one point there's a line: “Discerning no other purpose, this Critic is forced to assume that the Author is aiming at utter boredom, and from what we remember of his last attempt, we are encouraged to note that he has elevated his aim considerably.” Yes.In any case, an Author is writing an ongoing Production on a planetary scale (and beyond) that the Director thinks is a mess fated to end badly, and that Actors would avoid if they could afford to, which they can't. Actors (and presumably everyone) are souls, who step through a memory blackout door to go on Stage, where they animate an insect or bird or human, then return when their character dies.
The Director and Stage Manager and the Backers decide the Production is a loss, and call in a Play-Doctor to wrap it up quickly. There's only one way to do that…
●●○○○ A Natural Break - Tanis Lang (ss) 2021
Work was swamped. Suspecting her boss was going to ask her to cancel her vacation, Mel booked someplace in a rush, so she could truthfully tell him she'd paid to be somewhere else, and couldn't stay. As happens in all these cases, the place Mel booked barely looking was a naturist resort, which she realized when she saw Doug the receptionist was wearing only a short see-through sarong.Dough showed her around Treetops, and Mel found she quickly got used to seeing naked people, though she kept her clothes on the first day. On the second she decided she couldn't just hide in her cottage, so went out early to swim alone, nude. Cue usual spiel about how it felt wonderful to be liberated and free, and then one simply air-dryed afterward, with no cold, wet, and clingy swimsuit to endure.
And so on. The story is slighter than usual for a first-time nudist tale, especially in an anthology that's supposed to be about romance. All we get at the end of the story is:
“She had discovered the love of her own body, appreciating the freedom and her increased body-confidence, the fantastic feeling of swimming naked. And, just as importantly, the new friends she had made. It had all happened in such a short time too. This new romance with Naturism would change Mel and her life for ever.”
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Week Twenty's numbers added to year-to-date totals:
164+0 ss | 09+0 nvt | 11+0 nva | 43+0 nov |
#books #Bookstodon #ScienceFiction
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Three two-star stories in one week. Not a great time. I never give zero filled-circles: the author wrote a story and got it published in a professional magazine, so they get a point. I only did that twice, and it was such a bother I stopped. One-star tales usually mean it was offensive for some reason like racism or misogyny. Two points mean a tale was barely okay, but not bigoted or overwhelmingly stupid.
━━━━━━━━━━[1] I'm sorry, I expect god-level tech if you set your story 7000 years in the future, and here we get spaceships out of Flash Gordon. Frankly, I'd expect more if the story were set 700 years in the future.
[2] So I dug up a Jerry eBooks Omnipack to get the ninth story, "Orders", as well as every other piece of short fiction Malcolm Jameson wrote. I don't know how many of them I'll read.
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The New Giants
Luna in the woods, photo by the authorGrab a nice haircut
#compassion #evil #God #love #loveThyNeighbor #peace #poem #poet #spiritualEnlightenment #spirituality #theLord #theSoul
these rolling pins.
They know how to handle the vital in certain situations,
the ones where they meet the real world.
Do you call them cough suppressants?
It’s not about denial anything.
They lift up the world.
They love it into being.
Did you know creation is starlight?
They are on the forefront of that.
They don’t waste time.
Even sleep they use to their advantage.
They are not kingpins.
They have a guru master
guides them every day
where their inner being meets the world.
It’s inner contact crisp and clean.
It’s the inner consciousness guide,
and they soul with the world.
How big are their thoughts?
They carry Earth.
This is every day.
Civilization,
well they feel inside,
like they have evolved with man
through every Kris Kringle,
amazed we no longer live in caves
and now live in modernity.
They are the house of humankind.
They’re on the whereabouts of man.
They hold man tight,
are all over its feeling
joining God there.
They intercede for man
in the harshness of his journey.
This is wide open fire,
and they can identify with the rule and the snake,
wanting what’s best for the peoples of the Earth,
wanting freedom to be and to choose
the greatness of each individual.
They’re seeing what they need to do to change
and be the staircase of man,
the help in his endeavor
to have compassion for all
and bully no one.
This is their strange keeper,
these heroes of the thought of man.
They reach out for the growth of everybody,
even those we despise
and call evil.
This is their special operation,
but they can confront evil in the world
and make no bones about it.
They can see behind the scenes
and reveal evil in its place.
You will not find them safe here.
They expose evil.
Alright I’ll send it to yah.
You are very selfish.
I don’t know it’s been fusing.
Leave this to yourself;
get married and have kids;
do not stand up for
these divine fools;
throw them in the clink
with your fumbles with love.
I don’t know it has any power,
the system we wear in shoes
to put the name of the Lord on.
This world here will eat you alive,
but I’m game.
I give God my all.
I don’t throw him in the dirt.
Come on,
get goin’.
I’ve heard some living out here?
We go to school.
Do you call your name Mrs. Kravitz?
He put no.
Well I am about your bed.
I’m at the end of your feet.
I test the ground of your heart.
We’ll give it to yah,
a safe haven.
It goes through the community;
it goes through the communication
in honor to meet the jump rope.
I’ve really crafted it the way it is
says the community ring.
All the raccoons are pretty.
Please stay in the car
Luna.
She just had a…
There’s something over there.
There’s something else.
She knows that you’re protecting her.
Luna in this exploratory relationship
do business
as members of the community.
Can you come over here?
You’re a mountain clan.
Will you please deal our dog right?
She never leaves our side.
No fenced in in the backyard for her.
No putting her on some chain.
She is our honey child.
Let her walk among you.
She’s walkin’ to her next life human,
and you can you grasp that with a dog?
Their soul rang out
you’ll move ahead
letting me be by my masters.
Do you see the relationship?
Good.
I’m just leavin’
for my own house in the woods.
Participate
in your wholesome community.
Alright I will not roar
my own special status,
but will a poet be admitted?
And in his verse is a new society
for a better world.
Can I be a poet among you
challenging the way we do things?
This gets me in trouble,
why I’m here.
Douglas and I are searching goals here.
We’re looking for a better land.
That okay?
Days of unity,
all this is a unity project,
and we’re not just separate neighbors,
nor alone isolated individuals
in a world.
We are everything,
and everything is us.
We are part of oneness’ clan.
We cultivate that help.
We live that example
a sacrifice doin’ it,
not a free-for-all,
not a give everything away,
a balanced, measured diet of oneness
that knows our strengths and weaknesses
and our own importance to the group.
We are learning oneness as we go along,
and great that field play.
Fifteen seconds ago
forces of power moved us from our home,
the power that destroys lives.
I was writing poetry on the beach.
It angered the local kingpins.
They threw away the Constitution and got rid of me.
We fled in haste.
We are refugees.
Can you put that into your hat and smoke it?
Can you consider us with kid gloves?
Thank you kindly.
It is our effort to be kind too.
We’re in the woods,
the place we wanna be,
the place we feel asked for us,
if you can see correspondence in roadways.
This is exciting for us.
This is wonderful.
This is joy in the Lord.
Everpresent,
he is our refuge.
He is our one at hand.
We’re forgetting
how huge he is with you too.
It’s just isolated stupidities
in the greatness of the Lord.
We bask in him
and turn our trucks towards him.
Hallelujah you do too,
and we are thankful for that.
God is great.
God is wonderful.
God is our sudden being
in the fullness of time,
and all of you,
yes we see your indwelling divinity.
We see the One that you are.
We see mystery behind your eyes
that gathers all existence unto itself.
Sometimes we have to pinch ourselves to find it,
but we endeavor never to slap you forgetting it.
How does a poet ride evil then?
How does a poet point out a needed change
and not neglect his power,
her force?
With no hate,
and the whole poem will tell you what it’s about.
I’ve been here,
to the Lord’s altar,
and I heard what to say,
and meditate
on what I have written.
It doesn’t go lightly my Lord.
Have a good night.
Have a beautiful day.
Have a glorious day.
We go out.
We go down.
These weapons in our hands,
this is why
we last well with each other
if our weapons are not hurting other people.
Om to find one,
I slept in Om.
I did not just shoot somebody
with no regard to their safety.
I challenged them
to put goodness on their pathways,
to champion the thought of love,
to broker peace between us.
Can you get that right?
Not everybody will be pleased.
Some will say you’re wrong.
How do we change then,
if it’s not put before us?
What is nonviolence in speaking?
Sometimes you have to will to change.
Sometimes you have to go the distance
to give someone a mirror to look at
to honor
the gateway to peace.
Is that size up?
It’s not puttin’ anyone down
in mean speech.
It’s not striking out in anger
or blind reaction.
It wants someone to see themselves
and make change.
With some it is impossible,
but you follow the Spirit’s lead.
I’m here, I’m here
to help you remember
you have these tigers,
and you know you never change.
The impossible seem the odds.
Then the Lord comes to you a gifted angel,
holds your hand,
looks into your eyes.
The startling he is there
will wake up the most slumbering sleeper,
will knock your fucking socks off,
will make you cry in submission
to the mercy he offers you.
I am that man;
I am that woman,
complete now in the genders I wear,
hallelujah,
and uh,
birth control,
no bad comes from my hands no more.
Both dammit
sacrifice for the good of all.
How else can you describe killing a part of yourself
that was as natural to you as rain?
Herein lies the crux of the matter:
in every single part of ourselves,
in every single fiber,
speaking of the human being in all its parts,
mountains can go wrong.
You can be defeated by yourself,
murdered by your own breezeway,
killed by your cells.
Pity we have
for bodily and mental challenges.
We have none for the heart
when it goes awry.
We have none for the hands
that obey an errant heart.
We punish those people,
get rid of them,
but we fail here.
Love thy neighbor no exceptions,
and a cancer patient,
someone with down syndrome,
has the wheels of a disease
that also someone lost in behaviors we abhor
has in the house of their being.
Freewill’s at stake,
and it’s the issue here,
but not confronted with this disease
how can you hate and judge my friend?
Animal ways breed animal man,
and when you kill someone for doing wrong
or slice them with punishment’s scalpel,
you’ve carried out the wrong they’ve done.
By the witness of the crowd
and with its consent
we bury humanity here.
We tear asunder our house.
Separate the people you need to separate
if their behavior’s eminent,
but treat them as lost children,
not monsters and vile things.
Dr. George Washington Carver
was a miracle among you.
The Earth spoke to him softly
of healing need,
but he was a negro,
when that word was in fashion,
when Jim Crow ruled his land,
when he was hated and looked down upon
for being black.
What a choice God chose for this man.
He lived up to his day.
He stood tall and strong.
He heard the plants speak,
the clay and flowers around him.
He heard the inner voice,
saw visions of these things,
and we prized him for it.
Some had prejudice to overcome,
the strongest of their day.
Pardon me ma’am.
Pardon me sir.
I am of this vehicle made.
You are hearin’ my voices speak
in a miracle of love.
I am the thought of this day
to bring healing and remedy
in our moral world,
in the disease that afflicts the heart and hands.
Are you prejudice and blind?
It’s the same today
as it was yesterday
in how we perceive our fellow man.
We hate him for being this thing on earth
he didn’t choose.
The Earth made him that way,
the elements of man.
Now I bring great healing
upon the Earth
for those with eyes that see.
Inner voice led me to it
and the vision of God.
I walk with Mr. Creator like Dr. Carver,
my walk just as deep in intensity.
I differ in skin color and mode of religion,
and I work with different elements.
I am here for the morality of man.
Is that too terrible today?
Is that wrong?
Is that okay?
They’re at Conservative National Forest,
and it’s real lively here,
in a time capsule.
People go about their business here
in their own brand of music.
If Saint Francis of Assisi is their patron saint,
they abhor animals in their court,
and they’re holding court with the Timeless,
not allowing him inside.
This is grand design.
It’s rigid here and far flung,
but leeway is making a living.
Let the flowers speak!
I haven’t heard this yet,
and they’re borrowing on marked time.
Conscious group process
is a recovery.
It’s not on those lines yet,
but I do think they see it.
I just don’t know if they’ll let it in.
They make a big show of love and approval,
but it’s high speech not actions yet
when you get right down to it with one of them,
and the opposite is true the few and far between,
and be done with.
They teeter there,
and it happens to snow.
A peaceful community lines these shores.
So I’ve landed.
So I’ve come here from a long ways.
Do you know how to dance lower than you are?
This is my piece of cake here.
I just want them to know I love,
and I’m a handy man around the house.
Poetry’s a stick in the mud.
It’s not their wax paper.
It’s not their hole in the ground either.
I think those things are old peoples’ photos,
who grafted this community
from a peace on earth vigil.
Poetry is of the Spirit.
Ya’ll have fun
I was reluctant to say.
Five thousand and something,
I’ve reached a breakthrough there
in poetry.
I’m not the only one.
Thanks and cough syrup,
you’re hollerin’ in community.
Just keep the garbage squared away and you’ll be fine,
and probably don’t eat the squirrels.
Poetry will buttonhole later.
Who wants to eat?
I guess I’ll be their good cook,
but I don’t sprout my beans first.
Oh well.
Okay the finals is not typicals of the
the community here,
world community.
How do we change ourselves into an image of the indwelling Lord?
How do we be our soul on the surface of ourselves?
How do we become spiritually enlightened?
Do we know the difference
between being enlightened
and being up on ourselves?
What is the soul change,
and where is our divinity?
Is that the indwelling soul,
or the secret, hidden God overhead
the soul leads us to?
Where do we find God
as these hapless creatures on earth,
the God of the whole
that can bring us to our summit selves
and cherish our lives with us
as we are now
and be that constant companion
that we look to always?
Where is he our Lord,
and what about a mother’s might,
this sweetness and safety of her breasts,
and we are little ones there,
really, really comfortable
with she is our whole world?
Do you hear me Stephen?
Do you hear me world?
I’m game are you?
I’m sittin’ on the sofa
right here in God.
A change of nature I have made,
not enlightened,
and I am not yet my divinity,
but the soul has power
to express itself in verse
alive in God.
Even if it’s just to the woods
my voices ring,
I’ve found the Earth here,
and I treasure it in my hands.
Oh my dear brother,
sweet sister,
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Where Reindeer Fly: The World’s Northernmost Airports
Eastern Russia and North AmericaListed below and shown on the maps above and below are the northernmost commercial airports in the world with regular passenger service. All are situated above the Arctic Circle. Five nations are represented including Canada, Greenland (territory of Denmark), Norway, Russia, and the United States. It was a little surprising not to see any in Finland, but the airports situated there just miss the minimum 70 degree north latitude requirement for this post.
Northern Europe (Norway) and Western RussiaCommercial airports located so far north face many unique challenges, from 24/7 darkness part of the year to 24/7 daylight another part of the year. From bitter cold, adverse weather, permafrost, ice fog, climate change to potentially dangerous wildlife encounters.
Bearded seal on runway at Wiley Post–Will Rogers International Airport, AK in 2017 – Source: usatoday.comAnd the challenges listed in the previous paragraph do not include serving as emergency landing zones and resupply sites for a certain Mr. Kringle each Christmas Eve.
Peace!
Source: stonehousecollection.com——-
1. Svalbard Airport, Norway = 78°14′46″N
Aerial view of Svalbard Airport – Source: reddit.com2. Qaanaaq Airport, Greenland = 77°29′19″N
3. Resolute Bay Airport, Nunavut, Canada = 74°43′01″N
4. Arctic Bay Airport, Nunavut, Canada = 73°00′23″N
5. Upernavik Airport, Greenland = 72°47′25″N
Upernavik Airport – Source: flickr.com6. Pond Inlet Airport, Nunavut, Canada = 72°41′22″N
7. Sachs Harbour Airport, Northwest Territories, Canada = 71°59′37″N
8. Saskylakh Airport, Russia = 71°55′44″N
9. Tiksi Airport, Russia = 71°41′51″N
Tikes Airport Terminal – Source: wikimapia.org10. Wiley Post–Will Rogers International Airport: Utqiaġvik (Barrow), Alaska = 71°17′08″N
Utqiaġvik (Barrow), AK – Source: satellites.pro11. Sabetta International Airport, Russia = 71°13′9″N
12. Mehamn Airport, Norway = 71°01′44″N
13. Honningsvåg Airport, Norway = 71°00′35″N
14. Berlevåg Airport, Norway = 70°52′17″N
15. Ulukhaktok Airport, Northwest Territories, Canada = 70°45′46″N
16. Nerlerit Inaat Airport, Greenland = 70°44′35″N
17. Qaarsut Airport, Greenland = 70°44′03″N
18. Hammerfest Airport, Norway = 70°40′47″N
Hammerfest Airport (center-left) – Source: digitalmuseum.no19. Chokurdakh Airport, Russia = 70°37′30″N
20. Båtsfjord Airport, Norway = 70°36′01″N
Båtsfjord Airport Terminal – Source: avinor.no21. Clyde River Airport, Nunavut, Canada = 70°29′09″N
22. Vardø Airport, Norway = 70°21′19″N
23. Bovanenkovo Airport, Russia = 70°18′55″N
24. Deadhorse/Prudhoe Airport, Alaska = 70°11′41″N
25. Lakselv Airport, Norway = 70°04′00″N
26. Vadsø Airport, Norway = 70°03′55″N
27. Ust-Kuyga Airport, Russia = 70°00′40″N
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Arctic Circle = 66 degrees 33’00″N
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SOURCES:
*en.wikipedia.org for list of airports for each nation and then for each airport itself
*google com
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