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Sleeping in an Igloo

by Tara

We're feeling giddy as we get ready for bed, like a pair of kids about to spend the night inside a brand new couch-cushion fort. We're headed outside, so Tyler and I bundle up in our coziest clothes, layering on our merino wool, hoodies and scarves. Then, after we've stuffed a small green backpack with water, tissues and a pair of headlamps, we slink out the back door. Our fort isn't made of blankets and chairs, it's a real, live igloo!

Moon-lit Night

Man it's cold tonight, I observe, as our feet crunch over trampled snow on the path to our destination. Above us, the moon shines radiantly, the stars around it sparkling like shards of ice. For a moment I question whether this sleeping-in-an-igloo idea is really a good one, but my concerns are quickly replaced with yet more excitement—I've been waiting for this night all winter. I don't care if it's cold, we're sleeping in our igloo!

The Igloo by Night

There it is, awe-inspiring and glowing from within (earlier this afternoon, Tyler put the lights from our lightbox inside). As we approach our hand-made igloo, I gasp with child-like delight and do a shivery little dance. I am the snow queen! This rules.

Tyler slips in first and I follow close behind, crawling on my elbows, shimmying my way through the narrow entrance. A few moments later, we're sitting inside our brilliantly lit, snow-dome of a home. How cool is this!?

Tyler at the Igloo's Entrance Tara Crawling into the Igloo Tara Crawling into the Igloo

The thick snow-packed walls provide quite a bit of insulation. With our down-filled sleeping mats and sleeping bag, we should stay warm tonight. After admiring our work for a minute (thank you again for the help, Alex!), we switch off the lights, burrow deep into our sleeping bag, and settle in for a long winter's nap.

Us in the Igloo