Arrival at the Arctic

As I put all my weight on my front foot, I can feel the cool dense air as I walk down the stairs of the plane. While scanning the icy environment I spot a small family of penguins waddling across the glaciers. Trudging through the deep snow I could see our tents fully set up and all ready for our arrival. When I entered the tent it was just like a week in the woods but instead fifty degrees colder than our traditional family reunion. I took one more glance at the immaculate skyline and said to myself, ‘Is this really happening?’.