Going North

I am 20.000 feet above ground, in a small propeller plane. I am sitting on the back row, as usual. The noise from the propellers is not so bad in the back of the plane. It's dark outside. I'm on this flight quite often. Today the weather is nice, and the flight is smooth, so far. But I'm flying Six Flags Airlines, we may still have a roller-coaster landing ahead. The plane is on the way to the Northern part of Winterland, where the sun never comes up in the winter, and never goes down in the summer. That's where my friend Foggy lives, I will probably see him tomorrow. Foggy is a really crazy guy. I will tell more about him later.