Peggy Orenstein’s unforgettable trip to the Arctic helped her find peace after a mastectomy
Peggy Orenstein, in front, rushes through the wintry landscape.
Jesper is one of the magnificent dogs that fiercely pull sledders through the snow, then snuggle with them when the day is done.
Multilayered for the road, Orenstein inhales the crackling cold air.
The kitchen kota shelters sledders and the not-so-beastly beasts that pull them.
A birch sled holds dog kibble.
A sledder's-eye view of the endless tracts of snow and ice.
The hut where the frozen travelers had warming soup.
The inn that offers trekkers comfort before the five-day trip into the wild and a hot shower at the end before they head home.
The northern lights (aka the aurora borealis) are a dazzling spectacle for visitors to the top of the world. What they see: a horizon suffused with a vivd, otherworldly green and an infinity of stars.
Lunchtime sausages never tasted as good as these, roasted by sledders in the eerily beautiful snow-swept terrain.
Seld dog Bambi contemplates the snow while Sylvi shows Peggy Orenstein some love (all the animals were surprisingly patient with their novice drivers).
Mushing through a forest of phantasmagorical shapes that were sculpted by Arctic moisture.
The line of adventurers, who kept together for safety.
A wonderfully-antlered reindeer—just what you'd expect so close to the North Pole.
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First Published Thu, 2013-09-26 10:48
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