Inside the tent was darker than usual. Tapping my fingers lightly on the red nylon, I watched as dark shapes slid down the outside, hitting the ground with a hiss. Last night’s snowfall. A few more taps and light flooded in as if opening curtains. Peering outside, my stomach knotted as I realised…
Read MoreA journey millennia old - deeply rooted in nature and connected with the natural cycles of the seasons. Far above the Arctic Circle, anticipation is building. Struggling to be heard above the sound of rumbling snowmobiles and clanging bells, human voices deliver sharp instructions to one another. During a lunch break, where the animals rest, tactics for the long days ahead are discussed over a crackling fire…
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