I don’t really like being wedged into the window seat unless, of course, I’m guaranteed to see something special. Crossing t෴he Arctic Circle to reach the far north of Finnish Lapland definitely met that criterion, and I eagerly took the window seat offered to me. During the two-hour flight from Helsiꦉnki, my eyes were glued to the unique aerial view of the tundra. I even think I could see the subtle curvature of the horizon as I gazed over the amber waves of grain towards the line that separates land and sky.
From a relatively cool -2°C in the capital, the temperature was predicted to plummet to -25°C in Levi. Frozen rivers and vast sheets of ice blanketed the land as it emerged from a long, dark winter (read: 24/7 night) and b🌞itter cold (read: -40°C) into what now felt like normal winter days. We were approaching Levi, most popular ski and adventure destination, at its busiest season, and the thought of some winteಞr adventure on guaranteed powder sent an exhilarating chill up my spine.
