The southern Yukon winter
A couple days ago, after the first of these three nights, I stood in my back room at the windows, overlooking the snowy mountains glowing against the belt of Venus and magical, winter twilight sky. I beauty sighed and thought 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.
