I was wearing 5 layers of clothing, including the arctic overall suit with a hood on the outside and I was still cold. It was probably around -15 degrees, but deathly still and clear, with the full moon out and the stars were super bright. We were huddled on foam mats around a small fire that our guide was hesitating about putting out.
It was past 2am in the morning, and we’d been sitting on this Norwegian coastline in the dark, staring out across the bay and up at the sky for almost 8 hours now. We were tired, we were cold, and resigning ourselves to the fact that we weren’t going to be lucky enough to see the fabled Northern Lights. Continue reading