I admit I will take the fullest, bushiest tree out there, like hunting for trophy. I know a friend—bless her heart—who just takes the little scrawny tree. Maybe I should do that this year, because in the Yukon a young small spruce or pine is most often scrawny. My friend’s tree always looks beautiful in …
Aman with dreadlocks dangling down his back sips a New Zealand-inspired kiwifruit cocktail. He’s deep in conversation with a companion clothed in a gabbi (a traditional Ethopian tunic) who is sampling spicy peanut soup from Sierra Leone. The table before them is laid with Polish cabbage rolls, Indian samosas, and Russian beet salad. Lunch at …
It was just an idea for its time,” concluded Donna Isaak. And today, it’s still time for the idea. Even though Donna and her husband Ed haven’t been involved since 2004, Share the Spirit is still thriving for the 15th consecutive Christmas. The Isaaks had recently taken over management of the Discovery Bar, in the …
Sure, he teased us all with an above average fall, but once again Old Man Winter has settled in. Every year there is a hope he might just bypass us all together and maybe visit Osoyoos, but he never does, and therefore we all must learn to adapt. Now by no means do I consider …
One of the interesting names on the map in Yukon history is Dead Horse Gulch. It’s a name that has been well-earned. During the height of the Gold Rush, from 1897-1898, there were thousands of horses that joined the thousands of people making the epic trek from the south up to the Klondike. A North-West …
Things generally slow down at the Dänojà Zho (Hän for Long Ago House) Cultural Centre once the summer season is over and the tourists are gone, but this fall season has been something of an exception. The place is a hotbed of activity, even in December. The building is approaching its 15th year of operation …
Yukoners spend a great deal of time hiking in the summer months, but what about winter? Having worked as a hiking guide for the past few years, I’ve recently decided that I enjoy winter outings far more than summer ones. That’s not to say I don’t spend a considerable amount of time enjoying the summer …
I think I like violins because they cry. Or perhaps it’s the way resined horsehair pushed and pulled over wire strings makes my spine quiver. It could be the intensity of the violinist drawing the bow, rocking with the motion, fingers dancing deftly on the instrument’s neck, connecting with the sound through closed eyes. A …
In Canada, as well as the States and all over Europe, this time of year the smells of cinnamon, molasses and ginger are overwhelming at times. I mean, even escaping our homes on a trip to a coffee shop, we can get hit with a gingerbread or pumpkin spice latte across the face. As we …
Call me crazy, but I kind of like shovelling snow. Given my advanced age and generally sedentary lifestyle, it would probably be wiser to delegate that task to some neighbourhood kid. But with a driveway roughly the size of Taylor Field, at today’s market rates for child labour it would probably cost the equivalent of …
Twenty five years ago Lucy and Jack Vogt left Prince Albert, Saskatchewan and came north looking for work. They found it in Dawson City. Every year, during the short growing season, the Vogts make the Saturday drive into Dawson to sell their vegetables and bedding plants at the Dawson City Farmers Market. It is hard …
