Most exciting.
Days like this make me feel pretty bad ass, like the White Witch of Narnia.
Ice beam death stare!
Take that, Jesus.
People generally hate the cold weather, which is fine with me. Take me someplace frigid and sparsely populated where I can wear lots of pants and live off of penguins and whale blubber. Take me to where it is still socially acceptable to club baby seals. The fewer people, the better.
Qaanaaq. Svalbard. McMurdo Station. Paradise?
I understand that you have to have the sort of constitution for that kind of living, a kind of nature that not all people possess. A thick, robust frame. A chilly demeanor. Blood like anti-freeze. An unquenchable thirst for danger. Deadly aim. And last but not least, an arsenal of snappy one-liners.
Oh, take me to Antarctica!
I'd be a vision in snow boots, like a lady Kurt Russell.
Snow sombrero not included.
