Beyond the 60th parallel
I would recommend a trip to the great Canadian North to absolutely everyone, especially my fellow citizens.
I only spent three months North of Sixty, such a brief time to explore such a vast and varied landscape, but I got on the plane home with a different outlook on the entire country. The north is so huge and very different from the rest of Canada, but yet holds so much potential and influence. Beyond the oil pipeline and diamond mines, the people themselves – from sheer number and potential – could and do have a great impact.
My experience was spent almost solely in Hay River, Northwest Territories, as a reporter for the weekly newspaper. And what an experience …
Minus 30 degree weather, driving across ice roads, dog sledding races, the Northern Lights dancing in winter skies, a Bombardier fishing excursion across Great Slave Lake, exploring waterfalls along the river, cross-country skiing and snowshoeing, bannock and caribou stew served steaming hot and delicious, walking the snowy streets of Yellowknife’s Old Town, drum dances booming in community centres … the list goes on and on.
It was phenomenal.
I haven’t traveled much, so I can say with certainty that my few brief months in Canada’s North has impacted me more than any other flight away from home.
It has been almost a year since I stepped off the Canadian North plane in the small town and was greeted by one of the warmest communities I’ve ever encountered. And still I wear an inukshuk around my neck and scan CBC news north nearly every day.
I think there’s something about it, something in the atmosphere maybe … it got into my bloodstream. In conversations with other people who have spent time there, I realize it didn’t just happen to me – the North takes hold of every visitor, no matter the length of stay.
That part of Canada is a piece of me now, even though I have no concrete plans to return soon.
The North will always intrigue me, interest me, inspire me … call to me. Someday I hope to return to that beautiful land.
I almost feel like I have to. I think I left part of my heart there.
The ramblings of a news junkie, aka me.
But now … now I think my heated discussions with my roommates and random thoughts thrown about in my office are spilling over, and I figured the internet would be a good place for them to fall.
So I enter the mêlée.
But first, a disclaimer.
I am a journalist, and I write for a community newspaper in the capital city area. I am no brilliant politician or wise economist or even completely knowledgeable about global issues. Ignorant columnists annoy the heck out of me, so I will do my best to never claim to be an expert on any issue or subject. I will just offer my thoughts, without pretending that they have any sort of sway or influence.
And it won’t always be politically heavy conversation or war-related opinions. I do have interesting things happen to me that I can write about. Sometimes.