Arctic Conditions

Residents of this type of building abandon these in winter; only igloos and below-ground lairs provide the shelter that's needed when the weather is always this cold

On a Christmas Day we mushed our way over a northern trail; Talk of your cold! Through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail. If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see; It wasn't much fun — but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.