I had a day off and headed to the cabin. The first thing was to take the shortest route up to the tundra and once again, I hated the way up. I was sweating buckets and must’ve looked quite beat because a passing snowmobiler took pity on me and asked if I would like to get a ride up to the tundra. I declined – I was going to get up there if I so had to crawl. And then I was finally there, the wind biting through my clothes and made me go from hot to cold faster than a Katy Perry song. After closing all the ventilation holes my temperature stabilised and it was blissful to be up on the tundra, I had missed it so much!