One day, the temperature must have been below -35C, walking through deep champagne powder snow with my snowshoes on, I watched the illusive winter sun glancing over top of Tombstone Mountain. With frosted eyebrows I stared at a sundog the size which could fill a whole universe. Ice crystals were slowly dancing in the frosty air right in front of me as if to say: “Come into the Arctic winter world, you will never forget this moment.”