The southern Yukon winter
A couple days ago, after the first of these three nights, Doris and I stood in my back room at the windows, overlooking the snowy mountains glowing against the belt of Venus and magical, winter twilight sky. We beauty sighed and asked rhetorically how anyone could not love winter. This true northern winter. The temperature was rising from -34° then.
Today as I write this, it’s +6°.
Gross.
Everything that represents the winter I love so much came rushing back in those -30 something nights. The creaky, bumpy first few kilometres in a cold car with slightly square tires, the low tire pressure indicator falsely illuminated, and the windshield icing over as I talked too much while we drove.
Our clear sky chases took us near and far from town, the aurora not always the most cooperative. But these nights are the ones I love most of all, although for now, it seems they remain a little further away again with the early arrival of summer.
