Greetings From the North

For the next few months I anticipate A Harty Meal being largely used as a tool to recount my experiences (see #1, below) in Yellowknife, Northwest Territories, where I am living and working until the end of April (pictures to follow when I sort out a technical glitch). The reasons cited in the previous post notwithstanding, I don't see my blogging from up here as an exercise undertaken for its own sake. Rather, I'll be sharing my stories of the North because I feel that the North is to be shared. The four months I have up here will allow me little more than surface-scratching when it comes to engaging with the people and the land, but what I have seen so far could provide the introductory chapter for any number of adventure narratives, nature documentaries or Danielle Steele novels (I only know what those are because I worked in a bookstore). I have no delusions of Mowat-esque literarly grandeur, and anticipate a healthy dose of the mundane in my day-to-day comings and goings, but both of these are beside the point. Seven days into my time in Yellowknife I have seen the Aurora dance at midnight, broken bread around a fire with kind-hearted locals and gone running in the afternoon sun across a frozen lake. If the first week is any indication, it will be all I can do to keep up with this city over the next four months. It would be a pleasure to have you join me.