Ieefied land
Cold night doom
Tent set outside

Sleeping under zero
Meeting friends at the hostel
Leaving the capital for G days

Snow's melting
Unpaved road, just gravels
Crazyness is our courage

But we're hitting the Dempster highway
There's nothing into the mountains
You stop breathing

Crossing the ice-bridges
And finally you arrive
In a massive native community

There's nothing there but it's close to the top of the world
The Beautfort Sea, after the Arctica Circle
You feel free but you need to go back

Even if - go it's finally not so hard
And you think about native tradition
You would have died there

Revisiting the end of your life
Your dead body left on a boat on the sea