THE FATHER-SON ADVENTURE: BRANDON AT THE NORTH POLE
Brandon at the North Pole
April 1990
It seemed like we were the only people on the face of the Earth. Just eight of us – Brandon, me, my four client-friends, our pilot and co-pilot – flying a few thousand feet above an endless expanse of sea-ice.
It had been a little over an hour since we had flown past Cape Columbia, the northernmost point of land in Canada on the tip of Ellesmere Island to head straight north over the frozen Arctic Ocean.
I got down next to Brandon. “How are you doing, buddy?”
“Dad, this is so awesome! Wow, the North Pole! But…” he looked out the window… “how does Santa live up here? How does he feed his reindeer? There’s nothing for them to eat in all that ice!”











