On a muddy beach on Barter Island, near the still waters of the Beaufort Sea, small polar bear prints mixed with the track of a dirt bike that had been spinning brodies. It took me a second before I realized the significance of what I was seeing. Here was proof polar bears had evolved and were now dependent on fossil fuels.
I imagined the paper I’d author, the scientific speaking circuit I’d go on and how I’d likely be hired on as a climate expert when Trump and Palin were elected. I’d be like Jane Goodall, but not female, sexy or with any basis in science.