Through the ice

A day on the Bering: Nothing ‘routine’ about it

Forty miles southwest of the Pribilof Islands, Coast Guard Cutter Munro navigated shifting ice fields to close on the Bering Sea’s largest fishing fleet. Arctic winds whipped through the bridge’s opened door at sunrise while crewmembers cleaved ice on the forecastle and engineers looked over the ready boat to make sure its systems wouldn’t freeze up. These frozen conditions don’t sound ideal for most people. Then again, most people aren’t crewmembers aboard Munro.