Fifty-Two

A month later and we find ourselves in Alaska watching the northern lights in a glass igloo hotel.

While I wasn’t to thrilled about going from one cold climate to the next, I had to admit that the light show was worth every freezing minute. Especially since I got to cuddle some sled dogs our first night there.

We’d decided to do the sled dog tour that ended up on a mountain peak with a clear view of the lights.

The company had set up large canopy tents with an assortment of chairs, blankets, food and drinks. Several cozy campfires are spread throughout the small area and if it wasn’t for the fifth other people there, it would be one of the most romantic places we’d ever been.

As we waiting for the show to start, I walked around the camp and took pictures of all the dogs and the camp, along with anyone who wanted their pictures taken. And when the lights started, we all moved from the tents and away from the fires, towards the edge of the mountain with our chairs and blanke