… In an old bus/van clunker with 7 other people. It was hot, it was fast, and it was bumpy! We got air on the steep dives, after quick climbs along the winter road’s aggressive terrain. We looped and drifted, jerked and flopped, bounced and glided for 2 hours. Making it to the Wells in record time, I threw open the door and gulped fresh, cold air as my stomach tried to decide which way was up. Palms sweaty, legs numb, and neck kinked, it’s really too bad the road’s only open for another month.
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Faye and Maciek's Adventures in the frosty Canadian North
Why they left their home in the South to roam 'round the poles God only knows...