Language of the North
Language of the North The sun falls below the horizon leaving streaking trails of purple and red throughout the clouded sky as my eager eyes struggle to rest. The anticipation of this trip, that seems once in a lifetime, had set in well earlier but won’t be gone until I reach my destination. I know that this is an annual trip, but the experience reaches new peaks every visit. Images of winding roads surrounded by landscapes densely littered with tall pines and birches danced through my thoughts and persisted into my dreams. In the mix of these thick forests lie bits and pieces of rivers and lakes, often with float planes coming and going. Finally, my brain took its leave for the night and let me fall peacefully into sleep. This tranquility came abruptly to a halt when I was awoken at four o’clock in the morning to begin the marathon of a drive to my northern utopia. Once all the necessities were packed up, the journey began underneath the starlit sky. I am beyond exhausted...