Why I’m Happy I Had to Wear a Toque Outside in June

Two days ago, I would have titled this post “Summer has Officially Arrived in the North!”

However, the last two days have been cold and windy, so that excitedness is out the window.

Instead, let’s just keep calling it spring, even though it’s June, and even though it’s usually 20º warmer by now. The days are definitely getting longer and longer though, which never gets old. I took this picture about a week ago at work on a nightshift at 4am.

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Now it looks like this at 3am!

Softball has started up again, and the league had it’s clean-up day a few weeks ago. This basically involves a few members from each team coming to the fields to help pick up garbage, paint bleachers, rake leaves, etc etc, whatever needs to be done. This past weekend was the first softball tournament, the Interprovincal tourney. I wasn’t able to sign up to play because I was working all weekend, but then it ended up that I didn’t even work because I got gastro. (The. Worst.)

I played my first game with my team just last night, and we were having a really fun game until… wait for it…. I was hit in the eye by a softball.

I was up to bat and I hit the ball toward second base. So off I ran, toward first with all my heart, when the second baseman scooped the ball up and tried to throw me out at first.

And succeeded, a little more literally than I think she hoped.

I went down into the dirt, clutching my face in my batting gloves. Someone handed me an ice pack which I held against my eye as I staggered, supported, off the field. I was still laughing and joking with the team, but we were all worried. I got really scared when one of the guys very calmly said “someone needs to take her to the hospital”.

So we drove through all the red lights and got to the hospital, where I was greeted by my coworkers’ shocked faces and honest assessments of the damage (“I’d give it a 7 out of 10, it’s pretty bad!”). My left eye was already swelling shut and bruising more by the minute. The ER doctor assessed me, I had a CT scan done, and was cleared to go.

I should mention how great the timing was for this to happen, because as I write this post, I’m sitting in the Calgary airport on my way home for 12 days with a MASSIVE black eye. Sunglasses: ON. All the time.

I’m gonna post a gory picture. Ready? It’s a lot worse than you’re imagining.

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That was just this morning.

Wanna see the difference 8 hours makes? I took this next one to show how well my sunglasses were hiding my big ol’ shiner while in the airport.

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Pretty hot, right?!

That was 4 hours ago. Believe it or not, it’s still worse now. Sorry, no picture. I got tired of looking at my sorry self in the mirror.

Believe it or not, my black eye ties in with my complaints about the weather immaculately. See, it was only about 10º and windy last night at my game. One of the guys came wearing a fuzzy winter hat with ear flaps, and when I told him how jealous I was of his hat (my ears were freezing!), he said he also had a toque and offered it to me. It was a big puffy thing, folded up in a cuff at the bottom, and that’s right where the softball hit me. Square on the left eyebrow, padded by a toque.

In retrospect, had it been warm out and had I not worn a hat, my face would definitely have been split open. I’d probably need stitches, and I might even have a fracture.

So, I guess I owe the cold weather a thank you.

Still Waiting on Spring…

I’ve just updated the How To Move To Yellowknife post, which you can find here if you’re so inclined!

This spring has been nothing but a tease. We had a few really gorgeous days above zero, but since it’s been May, Yellowknife decided to go back to winter temperatures. Okay, maybe not that bad, but it’s been steady below zero for almost a week now and I’ve about had enough! I cleaned and tuned my bicycle during one of those beautiful days, and since then the temps have plummeted, so I take full responsibility for jinxing our spring.

On one of the above-zero days, I built a few potato planters for the back deck out of scrap wood. Nothing fancy, but they should work! Time will tell…

Success!

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The theory is, you plant your potatoes in a few inches of soil and as they grow, you add another layer of 2×4 and soil, and keep building it up and up as they grow so they constantly get full sun. Of course, since I built them I haven’t been able to use them because of the risk of frost through the nights. So there they sit, lonely and awaiting soil and seed potatoes.

I should mention I’ve never gardened vegetables before in my life, ever. This could turn into a futile epic failure, but the only way to learn is to try!

I also started a bunch of seedlings inside. A few flowers, plus peas and asparagus. I have a lot of other seeds which I’ll just plant outdoors once it warms up. Meanwhile, these seedlings have exploded and need to be transplanted very soon.

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Working and gardening has been keeping me busy most of the time. Today it might even go up to 0ºC, so I need to get my butt in gear and head outside!

370 Days Later…

Hi everyone! I’m still alive!

A lot has happened in the last year, and I stopped writing because of it. There were a few pretty significant life changes for me (which may be obvious with the new title of my blog!), and truthfully, posting here was bumped to the back burner… And then stayed there… For a year. For that, there’s no excuse! I can see now though how people just fall out of blogging, because once you’re gone for so long, it’s hard to work up to coming back.

My goal was to “never let it be over a year since I posted”. Today is April 22; my last post was April 17. D’oh!

So to summarize my last year, winter finally came to an end and we had another incredible, sunny, warm, amazing summer. I squeezed a trip home in there, as well as my first ever trip to Newfoundland. I’m now living in a beautiful house with a wonderful man. I bought my first car (so exciting!), and we took her on her (and my) first roadtrip to Edmonton in December. My mom came up to visit in February, followed by my sister and brother-in-law in March, and now it’s April again and the snow is melting! It’s been a big year, but I’m back, and it really does feel good.

Me and my mom, about to go dogsledding

Me and my mom, about to go dogsledding

Me, my sister and brother-in-law at Aurora Village

Me, my sister and brother-in-law at Aurora Village

Just about to slide down the ice slide! SO FUN!

Just about to slide down the ice slide! SO FUN!

Having my family visit me twice in one winter really helped break it up, since I didn’t go away anywhere. This winter was a very, very long and ridiculously cold winter. Too cold to do anything outside ever. I went for one winter run (when it warmed up to -17ºC one day), but through the winter I discovered the Racquet Club, which also helped break up the monotony of the dark and cold. Only last week did we see our first above-zero temperatures, which has created a lot of water and also a LOT of excitement. The only thing better than Yellowknife summers is the anticipation leading up to Yellowknife summers, which is happening now. More and more people outside, neighbours chatting, and just more happy smiling people in general. I think I had a touch of seasonal affective disorder this winter too, cos it was so brutal. I went a few weeks where, unless I was working, I would sleep until 11 or 12 and just be slow-moving and crabby. And I didn’t even realize it until the days started getting longer, and I started waking up earlier and earlier, and now it’s a miracle if I sleep until 9.

The sun is staying up longer and longer each day. Today, it rose at 5:49am and won’t set until 9:24pm. In contrast, in Halifax the sun came up at 6:18am and will set at 8:07pm. Our days are already about two hours longer than back home, which makes me very excited. I could talk for hours about the sun and the weather and the length of the days because, like I said before, the anticipation for summer is almost as good as summer itself!

I’ll keep this first post short and sweet. I need to update a few pages in this blog, which I’ll try to do tomorrow. And thank you to the people who have been commenting, telling me to get my butt into gear and post more! I appreciate your support and your motivation. Keep watching for new posts, I promise I’ll keep writing!

The Inescapable Influence of Alcohol in the North

Last week, two NWT MLAs, Kevin Menicoche (Nahendeh) and Frederick Blake Jr. (Mackenzie Delta) missed committee meetings due to “excessive drinking”. Initially when I read about this I was outraged, but beyond that, I was disappointed. When I moved north, my grandfather was concerned that I would become jaded, his exact choice of word. I wasn’t quite sure what he meant at the time but after two years here, I understand. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love the north. I mean, clearly. I write about it all the time, I want the rest of the world to be able to see us through webcams, and thinking about leaving Yellowknife just breaks my heart. But, you can’t have the sunshine without the rain, and in this case, the rain is alcohol.

It’s everywhere through the north, and it’s a problem so huge that no one knows what to do about it. I see it day to day, people on the street intoxicated at 10am. I see it at work, victims of severe frostbite from wandering outside in -30°C while drunk. Worse though is hearing the stories of the children. These kids in all the smaller communities deal with alcohol every day of their lives. If it’s not their parents dropping them off at a neighbours place and disappearing, it’s their friends parents, or their relatives. It’s a “drink until the money’s gone” mentality, and it’s a horrible vicious cycle. Most of these children don’t stand a chance.

It kills you to even think about, and so with this news of our MLAs missing meetings because they were too drunk to show up, most of us shake our heads, say “that’s terrible”, and then what? What can we do?

Well, leave it to the internet. A man named Ollie Williams, a volunteer in Fort Liard who works with youth, wrote an open letter to Menicoche that was so beautifully written and profound, I had to share it. He captures my feelings exactly: the hopelessness of these kids who looked up to these men and who are now disappointed by yet another irresponsible adult. Ollie writes about the impact this actions will have on future generations of kids, whose lives are surrounded and dictated by alcohol. Please read his letter, and please share it.

http://frontierbeaver.com/2013/04/open-letter-to-kevin-menicoche/

 

Ice Road Repairs

Happy spring!

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Wherever you are, I’m sure it’s more like spring there than it is here. But that said, it’s only been minus-single-digits for the last few days and things are starting to melt! The snow on the roads is slowly disappearing, which I’m happy about except the fact that it’s muddy and messy and we have a white truck.. D’oh!

A week or so ago a friend of mine posted an epic picture to her Facebook of her sitting on an ice road on top of a huge crack in the ice. Naturally I immediately wanted to go see this cracked ice road (safe, right?) so Chris and I headed out to Prosperous Lake where she got the photo.

It’s easy to tell when the diamond mine ice roads open because the Ingraham Trail is suddenly extremely busy with enormous trucks just flying in and out of Yellowknife. There are two ice roads off the Ingraham Trail, the Tibbitt to Contwoyto winter road (way out at the end of the Ingraham Trail) and the Gibbs Lake to Prosperous Lake secondary road. The Tibbitt-Contwoyto winter road has 65 land portages and 85% of the road is built over frozen lakes. And thanks to this winter being the coldest in 20 years, the ice road opened at 34 inches thick, 6 inches more than what was expected. So, apparently there was one upside to this winter being so ridiculously freezing cold.

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This year, according to Diavik, the goal of these ice roads was to “transport approximately 3,500 loads of fuel, cement, and other operations’ supplies”, mainly diesel fuel. The winter roads need to be 41 inches thick for the mines to use it at full tilt, which they say is four trucks dispatched at 20-minute intervals with a speed limit of 25km/hr, to keep the space between the trucks adequate to prevent scary things like, you know, trucks going through the ice. 

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This photo came from an article on the risks of “hard water highways”, found here.

The greatest thing about these winter roads which I just learned is that they employ around 800 people a season, 500 of those being drivers alone. Obviously building and maintaining a 400-km ice road is no easy task but I had no idea that it was THIS huge.

So while we were out on the Prosperous ice road, we found the epic fractures with ease. In fact, the road was covered in enormous cracks as wide and as deep as your arm, or bigger. I guess you could say the fear of standing on frozen water has worn off when you’re staring down a huge chasm in the ice you’re standing on.

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FractureOnce we got over the initial shock of the cracks, we kept driving and saw a water truck in the middle of the road pouring water into the huge openings to seal them shut. Again, this is something I never really thought about, the fact that the roads must be maintained in good condition to be driveable. So this guy literally just aims the valve in the general area of the crack and dumps tons of water inside it.

Water TruckWe watched him for a little while, and then once he passed us, we hopped out and I got a short little video of the ice popping and snapping. At one point the ice settled with a huge pop, which you’ll notice when you hear us yelping! The ice roads are so cool. Despite the novelty wearing off a little, when you’re driving over them and start to think about the fact that you’re driving on ice, you can’t help but feel a little humbled.

Also, a piece of the Prosperous ice road has made its way onto our patio. Makes for a great deck ornament! And now I can say I have lakefront property. :)

Lakefront Property

A week with my sister in Yellowknife

I’ve been busy the for the last week! My sister was here and we had such a great time with her. She lives back home in NS and was so excited to come here and experience our winter. She loves winter anyway and LOVES snow so she was beside herself in the days and weeks leading up to her trip. She arrived late at night and we took her straight to the ice road, and pretty much never stopped from there!

The day she left we were laughing because we can’t even remember everything we did with her; it was a total whirlwind. We took her to the galleries and shops around town. We introduced her to Dave Brosha at his studio, as this was an absolute must for her to do because she’s a huge fan of his. She also met Tara, who made her a print of one of Dave’s photos. We went to Buffalo Airways and managed to get a little tour of their hangar. We drove the ice road to Dettah and back along the highway, and we drove to Whati in the middle of a blizzard. We hiked Cameron Falls and cross country skied at the Ski Club. We squeezed in three sled trips (she was a natural!). She patiently sat through the Blue Jays first spring training game, and then we went to a pub and out dancing. She was here for my interview on CBC. We went dogsledding. And with a stroke of luck and some clear skies, she saw a stellar demonstration of the northern lights. While standing on an ice road. During a -30°C night. Doesn’t get much more northern than that!

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One of Jaime’s shots of the aurora

My two favourite things that we did together were ice fishing and a workshop at Old Town Glassworks, because I had never done either before. My coworker Dan invited us out to his tent on Walsh Lake while Jaime was here to show her what ice fishing was like. I was excited about it too since I had never been, and it was a blast. He and his wife have an amazing setup with a big tent with a woodstove and everything. Jaime took his sled for a little rip, she and his wife went cross country skiing across the lake, had a beer, drilled some holes, and caught a trout!

Trout

 

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Then on Jaime’s last day here we went to Old Town Glassworks for a workshop on how to make your own piece of art! Matthew, the owner, goes through the process with you and shows you how he selects his bottle, cleans it, scores it and breaks it to the height he wants. Then he grinds it down and softens the edges, chooses a stencil, sandblasts it, and it’s done! Then he lets you loose to make your own, from a piece he’s already pre-cut and sanded down. We both chose a short dark blue tumbler and had a time making our glasses. If you’re ever in Yellowknife (or if you live here) I seriously recommend doing this workshop! It was so great, inexpensive, and you walk away with a piece that you made yourself. Very cool!

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My glass!

So Jaime left yesterday and everything reminds me of her now. It’s not quite the same without her here, but she helped me see Yellowknife through new eyes and I so appreciate her taking the time and effort to make it up here to see us.

So the question remains… Who’s next?! :)

A few photos from her trip:

Yellowknife from Pilot’s Monument

Sledding on the ice road

Snowmobile master!!

Jaime collapsing into the fluffy powder at Cameron Falls

Wall of icicles we found while sledding!