Of course I did, though we just called it the Arctic Ocean. The Top of the World Hotel where I worked as the evening clerk was directly on the beach, so I had a lovely view every day. (It was still light when I got off work at 11pm.)
Top of the World Hotel
The desk where I worked was just to the right in this photo.
The first thing I noticed when I got off the airplane that June was the stench of whale and seal parts, lying around in most everybody's yards. The whole summer was QUITE an experience, especially for someone such as I with a sensitive nose and unused to violence.
One of the little boys who used to be thrown high in the air during the blanket toss & idolized Mr.P (who was a tour guide for the daily run of tourists all summer long) was the same boy, about ten years later, who was fine after being under water in the Arctic Ocean for over 20 minutes. When it's that cold, apparently some folks can manage to survive not breathing, I forget just why.