22 April 2009 Bering Sea, NW of Walrus Island

Latitude: 557 19.521N Longitude: 169 54.416W

Navigating the Bering Sea is nothing compared to the mental-mapping it takes to find your way around Healy City. Wrapping up my 20th day onboard, I am finally finding my way around. The only trouble is... the doors. Scuttles, latches, and levers- every door seems to have a new and exciting way to challenge my biceps, triceps and every muscle in my upper back.

The official purpose of these doors is to keep the ship climate controlled, watertight, and airtight. The unofficial purpose is to make getting to my destination nearly impossible. There's the door to the helicopter hanger, for example...

Then, there's the door on the 03 deck from my stateroom hallway to the lab...

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Nevermind the door to the mess hall...

The swinging door (that one is actually pretty fun!)...

Or the scuttle to get to the cargo holds...

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Oh, and please don't miss the door to the exhaust stacks! (I don't really need to go there but it's a pretty impossible door so it was worth a mention.)

Once I return to dry land, no door will ever seem exciting enough again. Unless that is, I get one of these put on my front door.