“We are now in the Arctic circle,” I write my mum. She sends me an emoji filled text message back.
“💖 Congratulations 🌟🎉🎊🎈🔔🎶🐧 Probably you will stay the only ones in the family 😄.”
We keep heading north, two days of just driving with no fjords but gas station burgers.
We stop for the Marmorslottet and stretch our legs during a morning hike to the roaring river which carved out the beautiful marble stone. And we stop at the Arctic Circle Center to take a picture and soak in the air.
Does it feel like the temperature dropped 5 degrees? Yes.
It’s cold. Very cold. I keep wearing shorts. Sometimes with long johns underneath, sometimes with an additional pair of down shorts on top. But it’s still calendrical summer so I am stubborn and keep on doing it.
Also, I didn’t bring long pants.
We can’t shake off the feeling of Alaska when we pull into a secluded overnight spot by a stony river bed. Alaska and the American north-west have been our plans for the summer.
Now it is Norway and I am grateful for it.
I look at my phone. I can’t unsee the penguin my mum sent. There are no penguins in the Arctic.
I guess there was no polar bear emoji.