A man is waiting for the wind.

Specifically, he's waiting for a northbound wind to carry him, his two man crew, and their balloon from an island in the Arctic Ocean all the way to the North Pole.

They plan to map their journey, note the weather, the ice, and whatever else might be up there, and continue on their way to Alaska if they're lucky, Russia if they're not.

It's eighteen ninety seven.

For centuries, people have tried to reach the North Pole by boat or by foot or dog sled, but no one has come close.

No one has ever tried going there in a balloon.

Few have even dreamt of anything like this except one man, Our man, Salomon Auguste Andrea.

He is tall and blonde, with a broad forehead and a dangling, feathery mustache.

For the past twenty years, he's spent his spare time flying and studying balloons.

He's become an expert of sorts enough that by July eighteen ninety seven, he's confident and ready.

The balloon has been sewed, sealed, and triple checked.

There's extra equipment and plenty of food.

Andrea has even packed a tuxedo for all of the celebratory dinners, he imagines he'll attend upon landing.

Now they just need that wind.

Finally, on the morning of the eleventh, clouds blow in from the south.

The wind has picked up.

It's time.

A gentle snow falls.

As the three men climb into the ballooned basket, Andre gives a clear and simple command.

Cut out comes a knife.

The ropes are severed, and the balloon rises.

It catches that northerly wind.

The men are on their own now, and all the rest of the world can do is wait.

Welcome to very special episodes and iHeart original podcast.

I'm your host, Danish Swartz and this is the Arctic Balloon.

Okay, I'm going to dive right in.

Did any of you guys watch the TV show The Terror?

No?

No, is it good?

I loved it.

It's about a failed Arctic expedition, and I think I just sort of have a fixation a little bit on explorer voyages that go wrong, like shackle Fair.

Yeah, Shackelford.

There was just an article about like the way that journey was mismanaged, and I read the Wager, which is a little different because it was a you know, shipwreck survival story.

But something about like the hubris of like nineteenth century explorers just really gets me.

And I had no idea about this story, which I found so exciting and so silly, like you also understand why it worked.

But also if you told anyone you're flying a balloon to the North Pole, anyone would be like, that's a bad idea.

Like hot air balloon into freezing temperatures.

This is not a good mix.

Yeah, I can't relate to most things in this episode.

I'll never be up on a hot air balloon.

I hate the cold, Dana, what about you?

No, And I never would be.

I like reading about it, but I would never submit myself to the elements in that way.

Too dangerous.

The one part that I did relate to was the part where he's envisioning all the celebratory dinners he'll be invited to and.

Decides to pass.

I say, Pakatos, just who knows, Like you've got to be ready.

I like spirit.

If you were an explorer in the late nineteenth century looking to go where no one else had gone, the North Pole would have held a certain appeal.

What might lie up there, what might live up there?

It was a very big time.

This Victorian idea of we must know the Earth.

It was also a period when myths were far more resonant in the lives of human beings than they are now.

Absolutely anything could be waiting up there at the North Pole.

Alec Wilkinson wrote a book about Solomon Auguste Andrea's voyage.

It's called The Ice Balloon.

These were gods stricken people.

They just believe that this is the holy place, the place where the myths gather, the spirits gather, the winds come from.

We need to get there.

Over the centuries, many had attempted to reach the North Pole, but none were successful.

The Arctic was and is a terrain that pushed the limits of the human mind and body.

Ships were abandoned, frozen in the ice or crushed by it.

Traveling by ski or dog sled was no better.

The ice was a beast no one could tame.

Everyone turned back, or worse, didn't return at all.

They died from starvation, from scurvy, or lead poisoning, from exposure or cold, from going insane.

And so for centuries the North Pole remained untouched.

It, along with its sister the South Pole, were considered the last unmapped lands in the world.

By the late eighteen hundreds there was a concerted effort among countries, including the UK's Sweden, the US and Norway to research and map the area.

It was the age of invention, and the intrigue had now turned scientific.

How did the Poles work?

Was their land or ice or just swirling vortexes of wind?

And even the simple question what was the weather like?

In eighteen ninety three, the famed Norwegian explorer fried yof Nansen set sail on a ship designed to withstand the crush of Arctic ice.

Two years later, he had still not reached the North Pole, so Nonsen and another man left the rest of the crew on the ship and decided to advance on skis, but the ice and cold were too much.

Eventually Nonsen was forced to turn around.

He made it back to Norway in August eighteen ninety six, three years after the journey started, which leads us to our guy, Salomon Auguste Andre.

At first glance, Andrea may not have been the most obvious Polar explorer candidate.

He had spent much of his professional life working at the Swedish Patent office in Stockholm.

He was a trained engineer and a scientist, and much of his job involved traveling around Europe looking for new and interesting inventions.

Andrea was a futurist.

It was a period, I think, when the belief was pervasive that there was nothing that science couldn't accomplish.

If you could imagine it and think it, you might be able to bring it about.

He was fascinated by innovation.

He became interested in these hydrogen balloons, learned to fly them.

Andrea had long been captivated by the possibility of using a hydrogen balloon to travel long distances over long periods of time, days or even weeks.

Andre had this really quite revolutionary idea.

Clearly, ships are never going to reach the pole.

The isis too formidable, the circumstances are just simply too dreadful to survive in the most hostile environment on Earth.

So he had this extraordinary idea of thinking, well, maybe we should use the air.

Ballooning is mostly dependent upon the atmospheric conditions.

When you go up in a balloon, you're trying to look for the air currents that will take you the direction in which you want to go.

Marrily Schmidt Mason is a former curator at the Albuquerque Balloon Museum.

She worked on an exhibit there called Arctic Air The Bold Flight of essay andre As, she explains, flying balloons puts you very much at the mercy of the weather.

When you take off in a balloon, of course, you want to be launching within certain wind variables.

Balloons, especially gas balloons, are not like boats where you can try to plot a course through the water.

With a balloon, it's a constant battle with physics, with wind, temperature, gravity and weight.

The goal is to maintain a certain altitude without losing too much gas, which is easier said than done.

Baden Baden Powell from the Royal Aeronautical Society once described the precariousness of balloon flight like this.

A ray of sunshine, a puff of cold or warm wind, a touch of damp mist all cause the balloon to rise or fall.

So Andre knew he couldn't just rely on the winds to guide him.

Most gas balloons, Andrea's time just go up and look for the different currents.

Andrea had the idea that he could steer his balloon by using a couple of different methods.

One way is to use an engine to go faster than the wind, that's much of the idea behind something like a zeppelin.

But Andrea decided to use heavy ropes to slow down his balloon.

This meant, in theory, he could then use a sail in much the same way as if he were on a boat.

He tested his rope and sail system in a small balloon, taking various short trips over and around Sweden.

After spending a total of over forty hours traveling over nine hundred miles, Andrea was convinced it worked.

He had done enough test flights and his smaller balloon this fare that you know, he had some actual data that said that this method of flying was possible with the sales in the rope.

He now had proof of concept, but he also wanted the backing of his fellow scientific community.

In the summer of eighteen ninety five, Andre traveled to London to present his idea at the sixth International Geographic Congress.

He pitched his idea of a flight to the North Pole with confidence.

It would seem as if it were about time to look into the matter carefully, with a view to ascertaining whether there is no other means of transportation than the sledge available for a journey in the regions referred to I refer to the balloon.

The concept was now out in the public, which also meant it was open to public scrutiny.

Well, he had all kinds of skeptics.

The objections raised from you know you're going to die, to you cannot justify bringing others along with you.

It's one thing if you want to do it on your own, but to bring companions is to put at risk the lives of others for your not demented, but rather extravagant hope that this project of yours, which has no precedent, will succeed, because the other side of that is death.

But Andre also had a host of supporters, and most importantly, two influential allies, the engineer and inventor Alfred Nobel and King Oscar the Second of Sweden.

With their encouragement and resources, Andre quickly raised enough money for his expedition.

Now all he needed to do was build a balloon, one that could take him all the way to the North Pole.

It's the summer of eighteen ninety six.

Andrea is in Svalbard, an archipelago in the Arctic Ocean.

He's camped on a small outpost called Danes Island, about seven hundred miles south of the North Pole.

He'd spent much of the past year in Paris overseeing the construction of his balloon and preparing for the trip.

He's used the finest craftsman, and he spared no expense.

The balloon, which was named Ernin Or the Eagle, was made of multiple levels of silk, the color of a dusty rose.

Fully inflated, it was nearly one hundred feet tall, and there were dozens of innovations, many of which Andrea devised himself, like a cook stove that hung below the basket so it could be lit and snuffed out at a safe distance from the extremely flammable hydrogen gas that kept their craft aloft.

There was lots of storage, too.

Andre packed provisions for four months.

He had a first aid kit and extra clothes.

There was also a Swedish flag, buoys to drop as markers, and a bottle of champagne.

He had been careful in choosing the men who would accompany him, too, the respected meteorologist Nils Ecombe, whose work later helped coin the term the greenhouse effect, and the young physicist Nils Strindberg.

The one thing Andrea left to chance was where they'd land after passing over the North Pole.

They'd have to see what the wind was like up there, which way it blew them.

So Andrea also packed three big sleds for traveling across the snow and ice.

He packed hunting guns, a sleeping bag that fit three men, a tent and a camping stove, and of course all the scientific equipment needed to plot their course and make observations and measurements, along with a banger of a camera to capture a world that no one else had seen.

One of his major things that he wanted to carry out was the mapping of the Arctic, so that future explorers to the region would know what they might find.

I think that was probably the most important scientific reason for him to go.

That's museum curator and balloon expert Marilyne Mason again.

In terms of the instruments that he took along, I think they were absolutely the best instruments that were available at the time.

The camera was state of the art.

It had both a single lens and stereoscopic lenses.

For every doubt raised, Andre had an answer or a solution.

He was confident and unfazed, you know.

He was an engineer.

He was very systematic in the way he went about how he might do this.

He did a really good job of figuring things out.

I mean he had drawings of everything.

I mean he really thought about what he was doing.

And now here he was in August of eighteen ninety six, some seven hundred miles from the North Pole, waiting for his dream to be realized.

When his team, which included his two flight mates plus dozens of scientists and carpenters to help with the launch, had sailed to Stalbard from mainland Sweden in June, a crowd forty thousand deep cheered as their boat pulled away from the docks.

It had taken them weeks to set up.

The crew first had to construct a massive wooden structure to hold the balloon until takeoff.

There was also hydrogen to be concocted, silk to be varnished, ropes to be tested, and of course, the balloon itself had to be filled and checked again and again for leaks.

Dozens of ships carrying both gawkers and reporters also arrived.

So many journalists visited that Andre spent hours each day talking to them.

He was hailed as a national hero in Sweden.

The world was on his side.

Unfortunately, the wind wasn't.

The correct winds never came.

Yes, Andre had figured out a way to steer the balloon once it was in the air, but the eagle still relied on the wind to get going.

So he was waiting for winds from the south to take him to the north.

That didn't happen.

This happens very often in long distance balloon flight.

He couldn't afford to wait any longer.

Literally, the insurance on the ship that had brought them a ship that was still waiting there was about to lapse.

So he made a tough but practical decision.

He called off the trip.

The crew opened the valves on the balloon.

It took seven hours to deflate.

A lot of people thought, oh, Andre's of failure.

You know, he took all this stuff there in eighteen ninety six and he didn't take off.

Well, that's kind of how it goes with gas balloon flying.

I think one of the things that some people don't understand about the first Andrea attempt is he was doing the right thing by not taking off.

You know, the correct conditions did not.

Exist to call this a disappointment was an understatement.

Andre may have known he had made the right call, but the timing could not have been worse.

The Norwegian explorer friedioff Nansen had finally returned home from his three year journey.

He never reached the pole, but he had gotten close, closer than anyone else had before, and he'd survived an entire winter in the Arctic.

He was a national hero for Norway.

Andre had wanted to do this for Sweden, and now he returned to Stockholm, unadorned and uncelebrated.

No cheering fans, no scientific discoveries, no world records.

Instead, he went back to work at the patent office.

But despite the setback, his faith in his balloon never altered.

He sought no reason not to try again.

Critically, Alfred Nobel was still offering his support, as were many others, so Andre started planning for a new attempt the following year.

But while Andre had no apprehensions, others did.

One was friediof Nansen himself, who told Andre he thought the plan was too dangerous.

Another was Nil's Echom, the meteorologist on Andre's own crew.

After the disappointment of the previous summer, he publicly dragged the balloon's capabilities and decided to drop out.

Andrea paid it little mind.

Nils Strindberg, the physicist and photographer, was still on board, and eCOM was quickly replaced with Newt Frankel.

Besides being trained as a civil engineer, Frankel was young and athletic.

By June of eighteen ninety seven, the men were back on Svalbard, getting ready for liftoff take to two.

But again they waited for the wind and waited.

The days ticked by.

The men kept busy.

Strindberg used the state of the art camera to take photos of the launch area.

He wrote letters to his fiance back on the mainland.

Frankel helped supervise balloon preparations.

Andrea was always on the move, overseeing everything.

There was always more to double triple check.

So when that north blowing wind finally came the morning of July eleventh, they were ready.

The conditions were good, or good enough.

It was time to go.

Andrea spoke to the press once more before departing.

At least not before three months and one year.

Perhaps two years may elapse before you hear from us, and you may one day be surprised by news of our arrival somewhere, and if not, if you never hear from us, others will follow in our wake.

Until the unknown regions of the north have been surveyed.

That afternoon, in front of a cheering crowd, the ropes holding the eagle are cut.

In the end, no matter what he had planned and how he had managed to cover himself, there was still going to be a moment when the balloon lifted off, and no one knew what would happen.

And almost immediately they hit a snag.

If one were looking for an omen it happens immediately after launching.

There's a problem with the guide ropes, which had been laid out on the beach.

As the balloon took off, the joints that held the different sections of the ropes were spinning and detached themselves.

This was not part of the plant.

So they've lost some of their ability before they're even two hundred yards from the log site to control their altitude as carefully and as precisely as they'd like to be able to do so.

Unfortunately, at the time of takeoff, he lost what he was really relying on to influence the direction of the balloon through the flight, so Instead of being what he thought was going to be a dirigible, a directable balloon that he could orient the way that he wanted to, it became a free.

Balloon, despite having no way to steer.

The men are in good spirits.

The balloon is in the air.

They're heading north and making good time.

Andre writes in his journal.

It is not a little strange to be floating here above the polar Sea, to be the first that have floated here in a balloon.

How soon, I wonder, shall we have successors?

Shall we be thought mad?

Or will our example be followed?

I cannot deny that all three of us are dominated by a feeling of pride.

That night they celebrate, they drink some ale.

But flight itself is becoming difficult because there is something amidst all their calculations that they hadn't thought about.

The sun, or rather the lack thereof.

A hydrogen balloon has to be managed fairly carefully.

As long as the sun falls on it and heats the gas, it will advance or it will stay aloft.

And as it turns out, the weather in July is quite foggy.

One of the problems, I think was that there was very little weather science.

At that point, people really didn't know what the weather was at the North Pole or you know, that whole region.

I think Andre made some assumptions that it was going to be clear sailing.

Unfortunately for him, it wasn't.

It's not as if they had the records of the past fifty years to determine what's the best time for sunlight.

They're going into the unknown.

In these overcast conditions.

Andre's balloon wants to descend to counteract that you need to drop weight.

The way you control a balloon is by controlling your altitude with your ballast and the amount of guess that you have in your balloons.

If there's rain or mist coming down and settling on the top of the balloon, that adds weight and it forces the balloon down.

The men are tossing ballast, extra rope, anything they can do to keep the balloon in the air.

It's not part of the plan, but they feel confident that they can keep going.

On July thirteenth, they release one of the carrier pigeons given to them for communicating their progress with the world.

It arrives at a boat near Spitsbergen two days later.

The message reads all well on board, but while their spirits remain high, the eagle does not.

Despite their best efforts, the balloon has lost too much air.

On July fourteenth, eighteen ninety seven, at around seven thirty am, the eagle lands on the Arctic ice, after nearly sixty five hours in the air, longer than anyone had ever flown in a balloon before.

The men had traveled five hundred and seventeen miles, though not in a straight line.

They were still at least three hundred miles from the pole.

One thing that I've always been bothered by is this sensationalism that Andrea crashed.

Well, you know, it was actually a controlled landing, and I think when they figured out they should land, they landed, and he was prepared to travel on the land once he got there.

He knew that was a possibility he had anticipated though.

Stringberg takes some photographs of the Eagle on the ice that day.

The images show an inky, black balloon.

It's lying on its side, partially deflated, a fallen creature taking its last breaths.

Andrea and Frankel stand beside the basket, human shaped specks.

All around them is white and gray ice and sky.

It was this particular photograph that actually drew Alec Wilkinson to Andre and his story.

It's the cover of his book, The Ice Balloon.

It was a very compelling image.

It's the most wildly improbable photograph in the Annals of Exploration.

For a while, I didn't even believe it was real.

It must have seemed unreal to Andre too.

His balloon is gone, but his mission is not yet over, not even close.

The men spend the next week preparing.

They pack their sleds heavy with clothes, provisions, and guns.

On July twenty second, they leave the balloon and head southeast toward Cape Flora on Franz Joseph Fland.

It's a more than two hundred mile journey, but Nansen had spent a winter there, and more importantly, they know they'll find a supply of food left especially for stranded explorers like them.

They too, plan to spend the winter there before making their way home.

July twenty second, it is nearly seven pm and we have just packed our sledges ready and intend to start from our landing place.

We shall see how he managed to get to Cape Flora.

The sledges are heavy to pull.

July twenty three.

Temperature negative one point five degree celsius.

Wind southeast two point eight meters per second, sunshine.

Twenty fourth of July.

The salt water in a pool on the ice.

The lanes of water on the ice troublesome.

As the men pull their sledge across the Arctic ice.

They document their voyage in their journals.

Neil Strindberg addresses his writings to his fiancee Anna.

July twenty fifth.

Well, now your Nils knows what it is to walk on the polar ice.

We had a little mishap at the start, when we were crossing from our ice flow.

With the first sledge.

It went crooked and fell in.

Andre and Frankl crossed over, and then suddenly we managed to get the sledge up.

But I expect that my pack is wet inside.

Andre's entries are optimistic and particularly attuned to the details of nature.

Fifth of August.

Some drops of rain fell on all fours today, as in the spring of our youth.

Great seal on the ice, many bear tracks, fulmers, one red gulf and Frankele.

The engineer gets straight to the point.

August twelfth, temperature negative one point six degree celsius wind southwest four point one meters per second dog.

But as the weeks pass it becomes clear that this way of traveling is no small task.

Nineteenth of August, the terrain exceedingly tiring, the new snow preventing us from the sea.

Temperature negative five point five degree celsius wind northwest six point eight.

It now begins to feel cold.

Tonight was the first time I thought all.

The look the immediate goal now is our wintering place.

We hope to find things better in the future.

Reaching Franz Joseph Land before winter is beginning to feel unrealistic.

It's very easy to underestimate, especially in eighteen ninety seven, what the ice is like up in.

The Arctic and on the Arctic Ocean in particular.

It's not at all a flat surface.

And Bancroft, no relation to the actress, is a polar explorer and educator.

In nineteen eighty six, she, as part of an eight person and forty nine dog crew, became the first recorded woman to reach the North Pole by crossing the ice.

Over time is that the currents of the ocean and the wind pushes that ice cap around, So if you're traveling on it.

It's very deceiving.

In the Arctic, the ice you're on it's not stationary.

This is sea ice, and it's constantly moving.

The ice itself can warp, creating ridges and hills, some as tall as buildings.

Traveling over or around them is exhausting work.

Not to mention, you're contending with strong ocean currents pushing you back the way you'd come.

So you can go ten miles north, for instance, pushing and pulling.

Whatever the conditions are, whether they're kind of flat for periods of time or filled with eighty foot wall of ice buckled up like little mountain ranges, which are horrible.

You can go to sleep and you'll drift back ten mile so you can have a zero.

Some day, and traveled to the North Pole as part of the Steger International Polar Expedition.

By nineteen eighty six, the North Pole was no longer Terra incognita.

Others had managed to reach it, including by aircraft, submarine, and snowmobile, but the Steager expedition wanted to travel like how the early explorers did on foot with dog sleds.

They wouldn't rely on planes for resupply.

They would carry everything they needed for their journey on their own.

There is a monotony there, you know, it's putting one foot in front of the other.

So to a certain extent, her trudge across the Arctic ice would have been quite similar to Andre's.

Ninth of August.

At two twenty am, we begin to get up in the tent three eighteen, the steak ready, and the coffee making begun.

Three twenty nine.

The steak eaten three forty eight, the coffee made four o'clock, the coffee drunk five point thirty broke camp.

Our routine is very strict about when we're moving, how we're moving, when we're eating, how we're drinking, because everything is tremendous effort, particularly in the Arctic.

Our journey today has been terrible.

We have not advanced one thousand meters, but with the greatest difficulty have dodged on from flow to flow.

It is very, very hard travel.

You are in extreme environments that can change very quickly.

They can go from a very benign, you know, absolutely beautiful moment where you see the low lying sun and the wind isn't grinding you down, and then all of a sudden something changes.

You have to be constantly aware.

First thing in the morning, I got into the water and so did my sledge, so that nearly everything became wet through Strinberg ran into Frankel's sledge and broke the boat.

All the sledges turned somersaults repeatedly during the course of the day.

The going was good, but the country terrible.

Just to give you an idea of how arduous the beginning of these journeys are because of the pack ice.

The first day, in eight hours of pushing and pulling, we only made a mile.

I said, well, this is going to be the tenor this is how it's going to be.

Tramp on our knees in deep snow cut our way.

The constant mist prevents us from choosing good road.

Ever since the start, we have been in very difficult country.

Not only is the travel difficult, it can also be very dangerous.

Those currents can pull the ice apart.

It's so incredibly strong, and sometimes right before you you see the ice start to separate in fissures and you've got open water.

You know, there's never a dull moment.

During the night, the ice had altered very much.

Many seals in the large open waters between the floes.

But even with all this hardship, there's a beauty in the Arctic that's impossible to ignore.

The light in the Arctic is it is somewhat different, and it is certainly very magical.

There were times when I just didn't think I could do it one more moment, and then all of a sudden, I look up and there's that low lying Arctic sun hitting all the ice crystals, and there's color dancing around the surface of the ice in a way I've never seen it before, And I think, how lucky am I, you know, to be a group of so few that have been able to see the splendor of the Arctic Ocean in this way.

The sun touched the horizon at midnight, the landscape on fire, the snow a sea of flame.

By the end of August, Andre and his companions have been traveling for more than six weeks, but they are still on pack ice, drifting haphazardly south, and the already strenuous travel is now compounded by injuries, illness, and increasingly worse weather.

Twenty fourth of August, last night, Frankel had severe diarrhea, but this probably was the result of catching cold.

Strindberg's tender foot had been cured by rubbing boot grase on the stocking.

Cramp relieved immediately by massage treatment.

August thirty, temperature negative six point six degrees celsius, wind northwest five point two five meters per second.

On September seventeenth, however, something momentous happens.

They spot an island called New Iceland or White Island.

It's the first land they've seen since leaving Spitzbergen in the balloon, and it instantly raises their spirits.

The next day also happens to be a Swedish holiday, do Bilee Day.

It's in honor of King Oscar the Second, the same king who had supported this very expedition.

The men celebrate accordingly.

Temperature negative three degrees celsius, wind northwest two point one meters per second.

We had the Swedish flag hoisted, and finished the day with a ceremonial.

Meal steak and ivory, goal fried in butter and seal, blubber, seal, liver, brain and kidneys port wine given by the King.

Speech by Andre for the King with royal hurrah, national anthemine unison, biscuits, butter, cheese, glass of wine, festive feeling.

But despite their cheerfulness, as the days pass, the weather continues to get colder, which means the ice starts to freeze together.

This makes it harder to hunt for seals, a source of food, not just for them, but for the polar bears that live up there.

Twenty ninth of September we are still lying off the south side of New Iceland.

The bears are coming.

The one that visited us last night dragged away our big seal twice, and we should have lost it if Stringberg had not succeeded in coming so near the bear that he frightened him and made him drop his booty.

September thirty, temperature negative seven point one degree celsius, wind north two point one meters per second, Strato cumulus.

And as always, life on the ice holds other perils.

October two, temperature negative nine degrees celsius, clear sunshine.

At five point thirty am we heard a thunderous crash.

We found that our large, beautiful flow had been splintered into a number of little flows.

Our belongings were scattered among several blocks, so that we had to hurry.

Luckily, the weather was so beautiful we could work in haste.

No one had lost courage.

With such comrades, one should be able to manage under I may say, any circumstances.

On October fifth, eighteen ninety seven, after months of battling the Arctic fog, ice, snow currents, and polar bears, the trio finally makes it to New Iceland and takes their first steps on solid ground in almost three months.

But there's no time to waste.

Winter is coming.

In fact, it's here.

They immediately get to work building their camp.

They erect the tent and set up their stove.

They collect driftwood to build a more permanent structure.

They're prepared to spend months in the Arctic until spring comes and they can continue back to Sweden.

They're prepared to wait.

They kept very much to a sort of you know, nineteenth century intrepid sense.

Let's keep our spirits up boys.

No room for gloomy fox here.

Because at this point a reader knows they're doomed, but they don't know.

Right up to the end of when their records were kept, they appear to believe they'll be.

Home in the lower latitudes.

The rest of the world was also waiting for news of Andrea's travels.

No one had heard from them since July, when the carrier Pigeon was found.

Search parties were sent out and returned empty handed, but people were still hopeful.

There were sightings all over the world.

You know, we found Andrea's balloon, or there were three people that were found in different you know, five six different parts of the world.

He was really kind of a worldwide phenomenon.

A few things that were found, like Booie's Marked Andrea Polar expedition, were real.

They had been dropped from the Eagle as the balloon had struggled to make its way north.

But the other supposed sightings, the messages, they turned out to be just rumors.

There was no sign of the men alive or dead.

That is until August nineteen thirty, more than three decades later, a Norwegian ship was up in the Arctic on a hunting and science expedition.

It anchored near New Iceland.

Some of the group went ashore.

While exploring the island, they made a discovery.

They'd found a body.

Andrea's body, what was left of his skeleton, was sitting up against a rock ledge.

He had on layers and layers of clothes, His rifle was nearby.

He even had cartridges in his pocket.

Most importantly, there was his journal, the evidence of their trip of everything they accomplished.

Andrea had carefully wrapped it in a sweater and a piece of balloon cloth to protect it from the elements.

The remains of the other two men were also found.

Knute Frankel was inside the tent.

Neil Strenberg's body had been buried in a shallow grave covered with stones.

Canisters and canisters of his undeveloped film preserved by the cold were discovered among the men's possessions, more documentation of their journey across the ice.

What was left of their bodies, their camp, their equipment was carefully packed up onto boats.

It took thirty three years, but the men were finally coming home.

It's not clear how or why the men died.

They still had plenty of food and their stove still worked, but based on when the diary entries end, it must have been only days after arriving on the island.

Over the past last century, there have been many theories proposed, from parasites to bachelism, to polar bears to hypothermia.

There's no definitive answer we still don't know what happened to Salomon, August Andre, Nils Strindberg and Knute Frankel in October eighteen ninety seven, Today, more than one hundred and twenty five years after the eagle flew for the first and last time.

It's easy to criticize the choices Andre made, like continuing on after the early loss of the guide ropes.

But as the explorer in Bancroft reminds us, decisions like that are never so simple.

There's a tremendous amount at stake.

There's a lot of pressure.

It doesn't matter if you're in the eighteen hundred or the twentieth century, the twenty birth century.

In those older expeditions, you know there was country at stake.

In other words, it's very hard to know when the right moment is to back out.

It can be very painful because you don't have very many opportunities to raise the funds.

And in his case, this was not an uncomplicated venture into a landscape that is relatively unknown, and it's very easy to sit back, maybe criticize, or just even analyze.

I'll just be more gentle because we are trying to learn and understand the story.

In nineteen twenty six, the famed Norwegian explorer Rolled Amensen flew over the North Pole in a hydrogen dridgable.

He and the crew became the first people to cross the Arctic Ocean and the first to indisputably see the North Pole.

To do it, they used something very similar to a balloon, which means in the end, Andre's idea was valid, even if it did ultimately lead to his death.

He was risking his life for an idea, the radical idea of how this unknown part of the world could be visited.

So he can't be dismissed.

He's the hinge figure that said there is a new and serious way to approach Arctic exploration.

I still admire and I still think it was an extraordinary accomplishment.

The exhibition that we had at the Blue Museum in Albuquerque, the original title was going to be the Doomed Flight of sa Andre, and I don't think it was doomed.

I really don't.

I think he still wanted to prove some of the ideas that he had, but a balloon was really the way that we were going to reach the North Pole.

People malign Andrea because he tried to do something, and we keep trying to do something.

We try to go to the moon, or we try to go to Mars.

Man always wants to try to do more and explore more and discover more.

And I mean, I think that's kind of the way we're made up.

And I think that's what Andrea was trying to do.

As an explorer.

Anne Bancroft sees Andrea in herself and in the connective tissue of anyone who's dreamed of doing something that's never been done.

I think Andrea's legacy is perhaps a little bit woven into all of our legacies.

What is that I always grapple with that with myself.

You know, what made him pick?

What made him be so curious and ambitious, really ambitious to take on what he took on that persistence.

I think those qualities of Andrea is the thing that lures me in more so than the actual endeavor, because I try and be quite careful about my critiques.

I'm not a historian, and I just think the human spirit to quest and go forward and go out of truly in this case comfort zone is really a fascinating element.

You know, what drives us to want to go find that North pole.

You know, balloon.

Or on the back of a dog's lid.

All Right, that was a lot, yeah, emotional voyage.

It's very important to me that anyone who listened to this episode go look up the photos that we're talking about in there that were developed thirty three years later.

That was our kind of our entry point into finding the story.

And it's just shocking.

I mean, he kind of like found film is interesting, but these guys vanished off the face of the earth and then we're able to retrace not only but through their diaries.

Makes this a very very special one.

And I love the mini hoax in this episode that there were fake bird messages that people allegedly received from this failed expedition that turned out to be completely fabricated.

And also, I mean, going back to the photos, I love the image of the eagle the balloon on the ice, like just sitting there.

Then the guy uses it for the cover of his book, the Ice Balloon.

And by the way, what a great band name that would be, the Ice Balloon.

Right, It's like feather hamor it's just incongruous and memorable.

You're just like the ice Balloon.

I'm gonna see Ice Balloon on Saturday, you want to come.

That's good.

I wrote down one other possible band name here, not nearly as cool, different kind of style, but Swedish Patent Office.

Yes, I thought maybe i'd wear a T shirt with their logo.

Swedish Patent Office.

Yeah, I can totally see the font.

It's perfect that this one was very cinematic, like this one definitely had casting, and I kind of went off and like, I even cast Anne Bancroft, like I really had fun with this, right.

So for Solomon august Andre sa Andre, I was thinking Alexander Scarsguard.

He just has the right energy.

Right, Yes, he's Nordick, Yeah, totally.

And then I thought, for Nile Strindberg, you could do his brother Bill Bill scars Guard, So that way you kind of get like a Casey Affleck Ben Affleck thing, like, oh, they're in the movie together, how cute.

For Canut Frankel, I was thinking alex hawk Anderson, he played Ivar the Boneless in the TV show Vikings, and I thought, once again, Nordick, he'd be really solid.

Now for Alfred Nobel, I thought Jared Harris from Chernobyl, Right, wouldn't that be fun?

He kind of has like a nineteenth century energy to him.

He played King George the sixth.

I believe it's crown if I remember, he has that vibe.

Yes, totally very regal.

Cat And for King Oscar the Second of Sweden, I was thinking Alexander Ludwig Bjorn Ironsides from Vikings, so I doubled up on Viking.

And then for Anne Bancroft the Explorer, I thought Emily Cox.

She played Brita in the Last Kingdom.

If you watch that Netflix series, she's the badass and from that one, so I thought, we got a bunch of Nordic types and a badass.

So there we go.

I love it.

If we go the animated film route, I would like to nominate our voice actors from this film, Tom Anton, Ellis, Chris Childs, Josh Fisher right here.

Heck yeah, I don't know if you have a sagcard, but maybe we can talk to somebody.

He's got the pipes.

Great work there.

Very Special Episodes is made by some very special people.

This show is hosted by Danis Schwartz, Zaren Burnett, and Jason English.

Today's episode was written by Mac Montanden and Marisa Brown, our senior producer is Josh Fisher.

Our story editor is Marisa Brown.

Editing and sound design by Chris Childs.

Additional editing by Mary Dooke, Mixing and mastering by Beheed Fraser.

Original music by Alise McCoy.

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