After a clear daytime flight during which the Atlantic was awesomely and awfully visible far below and as far as the eye could see, I arrived back in the cold white land known as home.
I was determined to make the best of it, and the enthusiasm of friends experiencing winter for the first time helped immensely.
We did it all: classic cross-country skiing and tobogganing and newly-discovered dog sledding. We walked on water on a lake and river and packed a square with 10,000 others for a frozen French festival.
It was cold, but, incredibly, over all too soon.
below: almost-Arctic adventure album by Bust It Away Photography.