tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309385158537254711.post5039246385695565476..comments2023-09-26T12:18:39.374+03:00Comments on Boreal Expat: Dark as UtsjokiKent Tankersleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01848650819768345044noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309385158537254711.post-48354579593857841782015-01-13T18:39:49.456+02:002015-01-13T18:39:49.456+02:00I\m not sure where that shelter might have been, t...I\m not sure where that shelter might have been, though I do recall there were some pretty dark nights. Sometimes I think back to camping with my parents and how small the circle of light from the campfire felt there in the middle of those dense woods with nobody else for miles around. Felt somehow very aboriginal. Kent Tankersleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01848650819768345044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309385158537254711.post-45343520202706867142015-01-06T14:52:13.804+02:002015-01-06T14:52:13.804+02:00That would be something along the lines of oots-yo...That would be something along the lines of <i>oots-yocky</i>...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2309385158537254711.post-39959751745729200952015-01-06T00:00:30.932+02:002015-01-06T00:00:30.932+02:00"Dark as Egypt" sounds cooler. I can'..."Dark as Egypt" sounds cooler. I can't pronounce "Utsjoki".<br /><br />To this day, the darkest night I have ever experienced was when we (our high school gang) were backpacking on the AT in Georgia. I can't recall the shelter where we stayed, but we had it to ourselves. During the night I woke up and looked around--or tried to look around--and it was that darkness everyone talks about where "you can't see your hand in front of your face". And, Jove, it was quiet, too. (I wish I could recall the shelter and spot.)<br />James Robert Smithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17281049641681225389noreply@blogger.com