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Sleeping Soundly Under the Northern Lights in Nunavut, Canada
Even though you’re covered in a heaping pile of caribou pelts, you still wake up freezing. It is, after all -40, where the F and C scales collide. Your Inuit guides said to chew on a piece of frozen fish if you can’t stand the cold, so you carve off an icy chunk of the Arctic Char they left in your igloo. Nature calls and you crawl groggily onto the remote Canadian tundra. The snow squeaks and groans under mukluks that are thin leather but impossibly warm. While taking care of business, you’re elated to find you’re getting a private performance of the Northern Lights on Rankin Inlet. The dancing sky has warmed you so thoroughly that you don’t care that the hides smell rank and sweaty, and the raw fish lingers in your mouth. You realize that bed is just a state of mind, and that this might be your best sleep ever.
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