Amazing weather has made the last couple of weeks an absolute dream for observing, with clear skies, warm temperatures and no pesky insects. The northern lights have been putting on quite a show lately as well. It makes you wonder, if the solar maximum is 2012 to 2013, can you imagine how impressive the aurora …
It will have been obvious from my last column that I was truly expecting breakup to have occurred before I got around to writing the next one. It’s April 30 this afternoon, and while there has been a lot of movement on the Yukon River over the last few days, the tripod is still standing …
Last year I found out that a certain pink flower was not the one I always thought it was. My first encounter with a pink pincushion goes back to my first hikes in the Yukon. I can still visualize that first time I came upon this pink glory, when I was walking on top of …
t can happen to anyone. You forget to set the alarm, you sleep in, you miss an important flight. But when you’re a migratory bird, missing your southbound flight in the fall could have disastrous consequences. So when Doug and Yasmine Hannah found a mature sandhill crane wandering in the woods near their farm home …
The Robert Campbell Bridge between Riverdale and downtown Whitehorse will be closed this Sunday. But not for long. The bridge will be closed for approximately 10 minutes around 1 p.m. as over 1,000 runners and walkers make their way across its surface. This will mark the start of the 14th annual Run for Mom—an event …
Several articles ago I promised to finish my tour of the Yukon Liquor Corp. (YLC) wine shelves before the snow melted. With the rains coming down and my frozen lake looking mushy, I’d better hurry! I’ve been writing episodes of my walking tour for so long that when I was in the liquor store last …
What’s in a word? In the hands of Peter Jickling and his friends, each word has its own voice. You can listen to those voices at the Word Project: A Treatise on Resonant Philosophy at the Old Fire Hall May 14-20. “Only” is spelled with small letters, and faint swishy marks around it. It gave …
“Oh, the Yukon. I’m planning a moose hunting trip there.” Not the expected response from a Turkish rug salesman, as one wanders through the narrow cobblestone streets of Istanbul’s historic district, Sultanahmet. I felt far from my northern home while sweating in mid-May temperatures of nearly 20 degrees Celsius. I had assumed that my quick …
