A friend an I set out on a journey to this cabin via snowmachine (aka snowmobile) on the 20th of January 2011. It was in hopes of capturing the northern lights. The trail to the cabin wasn't long in distance but it was long in time. It was a mixture of fun and misery as our sleds lacked suspension to absorb the hard packed snow along the trail. At one point my friend had the nasty luck of running into overflow only realizing it when he got a boot full of wet slush. We were north of Fairbanks, by at least 20 miles in the middle of winter. The temperature was 40 below, meaning we had to work hard to quickly to retrieve his sled before the track would completely freeze. Using a come-along, we slowly pulled it from the deep slush. Once free and clear we pinned our throttles, pushing our sleds as fast as they could, a whopping top speed of 40 mph. Upon reaching the cabin we quickly got a fire going and warmed our tootsies. The moon, if not full was very close. From inside it was much easier to enjoy the epic scenery. Almost reluctantly I grabbed my camera and made my way around the cabin to find good composition and when I did, I was stunned.
Over time I have come to realize that when I find it hard to motivate myself, I hesitate to turn the truck around, to wake before daybreak, to stay up past my normal bedtime - it's only when I push through this that the reward ends far more satisfactory.
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