Night time is getting longer and longer. Ice begins to take over the ponds and the snow line creeps down the hills. Tonight, the aurora begins at dusk, before the light is completely gone, and it just keeps building. The shimmer of green running back and forth across the sky reminds me to the caribou as they trot over the tundra hour after hour.
The yuranga is heated and lit with a diesel lamp that burns in a steady line from the top of an aluminum can. It’s old technology refit for modern times: metal, fabric, fuel, and ash.
I enter the main tent, crawl past that warm light, and sleep surrounded by reindeer skins.
Photo by Eric Guth.