Recherche dans la collection - I spent many hours riding qamuti (sleds). Hanging on and contending with the biting wind chill is relentlessly challenging. With every turn, I adjust my caribou parka hood, and with it in the wind's angle of attack against my face. When I feel solid spots-frozen flesh-I hold my mittens against my cheeks, but then there is a gap between my mitts and my parka, where searing wind bites a thin frozen ring around my wrist

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