Once again my belief in things unproven, which again my colleagues don't share, has brought me, Professor Archibald Hale, to the wilderness. At least there won't be more sand in my underpants. Here there is no sand. In the borderline between Canada and the arctic there is only snow, ice, and freezing ocean waters. Still trying to decide which is worse. Sand or snow?

So what bring me to this icy wasteland instead of home enjoying the summer break from the college? Because I've heard reports of the area starting to melt and I'm hoping to find some saumen kars (that's sho-men car). These yeti like creatures are told stories as youngsters to keep them from rampaging. I'm hoping to collect these stories and share them with the world.

Most people of course are either telling me that they don't exist, or that they're only in Greenland. But my theory based on various researches suggest that they live here in Northern Canada as well. I just wish they'd live somewhere with at least a nice hotel.

As for my team I have contacted a group of adventurers who worked with me in Egypt almost a year ago, Jake Raines, Helena Tova Skvalling, and Mac McCloud.

Jake is quite a famous adventurer and pilot. His fame is what first lead me to find him. Certainly not as believing as me, unfortunately, and very quick to leap into danger. But he is very agile, brave, and can get out of most bad situations.

His friendly rival is Helena Tova, who while not as tough as Jake, is much more knowledgeable in areas pertaining to archeology including speaking various languages, being able to translate ancient writings, and figuring out where traps are hidden should we find a temple or tomb of some sort (though I highly doubt we will).

Mac is a close friend to Jake. A great mechanic, driver, and demolitions expert. He's also quite handy with a radio, which is always good this far up as agile as his friends I'm afraid, and nor the most polite person I know, but we need someone to help with the technical equipment.

Speaking of which, here comes Jakes plane now. I must stop writing for now so I can wave them down.

I'm back again. The three have arrived. They are well and excited I'm happy to say. Helena even said that she had been reading up on Inuit anyway (Inuit is Eskimo word for Eskimo. I figured since we are in their territory, we ought to call them what they call themselves) and was very pleased to get my telegram.

She also noted that I seemed to have a tone of urgency in my telegram, which I suppose I am a bit anxious. It has been fairly warm this year (hard to believe. Sure is cold enough for me) and the normal ice melt along the edges of the arctic ocean has been stretching further. I'm worried this will endanger the saumen kars' home.

We will have to be very careful in this expedition. Who knows what else the warmer weather will do to the landscape.

I must stop again now. We must try to spot a saumen kar

Again I am back, writing by fire light as Helena cooks up some fish for dinner. What I wouldn't give to have them battered and friend and for some vinegary chips to go with them. Where's a good chippy when you need one?

Much to my, and I suspect all of our surprises, We didn't have to look for a saumen kar. A saumen kar found us! Mac was terrified and probably would have run if Jake wasn't holding onto him.

Luckily the saumen kar was elderly and hence quite a peaceful beast. Saumen kars are looked upon as shamans like by the Inuit which would explain how he (I assume its a he by its voice, but in honestly I didn't check or ask) knew we were looking for him.

He asked (yes, he did talk!) why we were searching for him. We told him we were seeking the stories of the Inuit. However we all agreed it was too late to get them all at once. He told us he would tell us stories that related to our day. We agreed to this and the saumen kar left us to set up the camp we will live in the next few days.

I'm hoping while here we can also socialize with the Inuit people though I'm a bit concerned how they will treat Helena. Not that I'm complaining, but she does do odd things for her gender. We shall see what happens.

I'm going to sleep right after dinner and probably will not have much time to write these next few days. Mostly I will write at night to record stories and tell about the day. I just hope things will go better here than they did in Egypt.