This coming spring I am flying to Finland with my bicycle, my skis, my warmest clothing and my friend, Alan. We plan to ski from the eastern side of Lapland to the western side; from the Russian border to the Swedish. The entire 40+ days will be spent above the Arctic Circle, in temperatures consistently well below freezing, mostly in the dark and seeing only one another for weeks at a time.
It isn’t that either of us are utterly consumed with cross country skiing or with freezing our asses off while trying to saw a hole through the ice in hopes of trying to catch a fish, bludgeon it to death and then fry it up for dinner. One of us has a lovely lady in Finland who incessantly calls out to his heart and the other harbors quite an affinity for both solitude and all things slow. Both of us count the days until our departure.