A continuation of our latest weekend in Yellowknife. Following Not Enough Words in the English Language, Jen flew up to join us for a couple nights under the lights, and there wasn’t any way in hell she’d miss it after I text her about what was probably the greatest display of the northern lights I had ever seen the night before, when I woke up the following morning at noon.
I’m about three thousand percent sure that in every trip up to Yellowknife this aurora season, I’ve hit it on their coldest weekends. It’s been -30s into the -40s repeatedly, which I love, it’s great. But there is such significant elation in a few nights finally up to the negative teens. Tripod heads don’t freeze up solid after a few minutes outside. Fingers don’t tingle with numbness when they contact metal, and eyes don’t water for four hours straight with the tear drops freezing to your cheeks. One thing that doesn’t change is the way a wind still numbs your face, so we retreated to a small, make shift valley where we contemplated an all nighter but decided to call it as 4am approached on daylight savings night.