And it pays. There might be only a few hours of light in a day. The sun, which is officially out for 2-3 hours, is so low above the horizon that you mostly see the color it inflicts on the sky above and the ice below. Boy is it worth it.
There's no bad weather - There are bad clothes
I think Nemo felt quite warm there in the tropical ocean.
When you're done reading, you just sit on your butt and slide to the coffee shop down the street. You're allowed to sit on your butt for that in Norway.
(That was a good opportunity to insert a photo of myself snowshoeing.)
The outdoors play such an important role, that that's a saying I saw on a store's window: "A sale is like a path in the mountains: you have to know what to look for; you need to be patient; you need to be diligent. But when you find it, the reward can be tremendous - up to 50% off!" Haha. Well I guess when your view from Main street, at 12 noon, is this, you're tolerant of everything:
"But wait," you say, "we came here for the Northern Lights!" You're damn right. In my next post, I'll tell about them. Till then, an appetizer:
Read my post Inside The head of The Husky to see why I love them so much