Dashing through the snow
On a Ski-Doo Snow Machine
O’er the fields we go
Laughing all the way
Ha Ha Ha

Drunk, guide, me

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    Dashing through the snow

Stumbling back to our hotel room most nights (mornings?) between 3:30 - 4:00 am, we quickly shower and fall into bed. After too few hours of sleep, we sleepwalk towards breakfast. After several days of this routine, the tiredness is exhausting, and sleep constantly threatens to take over on the other side of my drooping eyelids.

Monday morning, we got to our room at 4:11 am and got into bed close to 5:00 am, or when other people are starting to wake up. Even during the heavy drinking days of my 20s, I never was out that late.

However, in all of Mary and my travels, few experiences have been as dramatic and impactful to me as the events of last night, which made the very late night worth it.

Lindsay, an acquaintance from a past trip to Alaska, guide extraordinaire, and chauffeur through the icy roads of Fairbanks, kept saying, “The lights should be out in about 15 minutes.” “Just wait another 20 minutes or so, and the lights will be out.” “All the data is pointing toward a spectacular show.”

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