Photo Credit: preciouskhyatt This is a photo outside my work building, on a warmer day.
H-Frack -30 is cold! Those of you who have lived in Edmonton, Winnipeg, Minnesota, I bet you know what I’m talking about. The kind of cold where you unconsciously walk-run. The kind of cold where you go a block out of your way just to cut through a mall to get the quick reprieve you need. The kind of cold where your forehead feels seized up, your eyes glisten and your legs get numb before you realize you’re cold. For a brief moment I even considered walking through a car’s exhaust just to warm my legs!
My darling daschunds refuse to even step outside. Full stop.
Thankfully, I was gifted with a beautiful fur coat. I wouldn’t normally wear fur for all the usual reasons, but this is something very special. It was handmade by an Inuit woman in Tuktoyuktuk back in the 40s or 50s. It’s stunning, and it keeps me toasty. I feel honoured to wear it.
Yep, it’s cold. But then there’s the northern lights. The vast silence of miles of snowy land. The brave, brave ravens, those characters, who fluff up and squawk at you from the lamp posts which warm their feet. There’s lots to love despite the cold.
Many things have struck me in my first four days, but none more than how active this community is. How’s this for my social schedule?
Saturday, my first evening – coffeehouse fundraiser for Amnesty International
Monday – open-to-public planning meeting for Yellowknife’s 75th Anniversary celebration this summer
(remind me to tell you the stories of the first barges of the spring bearing beer, back in the 40s).
Tuesday – shrove Tuesday community pancake supper at the United Church
Thursday – cinema politica, “screening truth to power”
Friday – live concert, baroque music
politics. arts. food. It’s all good 🙂
If the rest of the week’s events are like the events I’ve gone to so far, there will be a healthy turnout to these events.
So, that’s my first post from Yellowknife, NWT!
My next posts will go back to money coaching, and my header image will change, but I wanted to relay my initial impressions.
Readers: Any Canada-Cold stories to share? How did you survive?