How a flaming wooden dog gave me a social life in the Arctic

And then they splashed fuel all over the large wooden structure, built to resemble what was called "The Wicker Dog." Everyone was told to stand back. I watched them light something small on fire - a stick, an arrow? Oh wait, I should probably provide some context. It was late May, maybe early June, of 2015. I'd only been in … Continue reading How a flaming wooden dog gave me a social life in the Arctic