On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.
Talk of your cold! Through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail.
If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see;
It wasn’t much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.
So goes a pair of couplets in the epic, hilarious Robert Service poem “The Cremation of Sam McGee.” The Arctic adventure tale was a favorite of my Grandpa Leon, and to this day, reading it aloud is a beloved Christmas tradition (that I recommend adopting!).
Nordin returned from a frigid and windy bivouac in Sweden’s far north, nearly 200 miles inside the Arctic Circle, determined to never feel that cold again. His big idea? Two down jackets, sewn together into one, for unbeatable insulation, no matter what Mother Nature dished out.
On a related note, I imagine that’s the sort of chill Fjällräven founder Åke Nordin faced during his own trip to the Arctic Circle in the early ’70s.
Only such a teeth-chattering deep freeze could have inspired him to come home and create the Expedition Jacket, a garment so fantastic the 64-year-old Swedish brand still sells it — along with dozens of variations — a half-century later.
