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The wind is strong from the east. To my left a low line of hills rises from a beach littered with driftwood, to my right the Arctic Ocean ice extends infinitely into the sun.
Eureka Dome is one big hill. It's late on day six of my ride in the Yukon Arctic Ultra from Whitehorse to Dawson and I have just crested the summit.
Carbon fibre, polished aluminum and moisture-wicking clothing appearing better suited to space travel than the great outdoors: these are the tools that will accompany me on the long, cold journey that lies ahead.