In the highly advanced age of technology with infinite weather apps, and expanding LTE coverage to access them from, a lot of times on our way up to Yellowknife we joke about how cold it's going to be by if, and how quickly our nose hairs freeze the second our feet switch from inside the aircraft cabin to the iced ramp hooked up to the aircraft at the gate. INSTANTANEOUSLY! There was no buffer of time. Our first breath of arctic air was in, and on the way out, our nose hairs crystallized. Or iciclized. And still over the course of our stay in the Yellowknife area, (or wherever your final destination may be, isn't that right, Westjetters?) we were talked into, talked ourselves into?, driving six hours roundtrip around Great Slave Lake to Fort Providence for the Deh Cho Bridge opening. It's not easy to be organized when it's -35°, but somehow a half hour bridge walk turned into a few hours of waiting outside. In -35°C. Without the windchill accounted for.
Of course we weren't going to leave without fulfilling my reason for being. So once the clock struck midnight, and it was officially Jen's birthday, the lights came out to initiate the celebration. We partied hard, and late. Pretty late. Tears were unintentionally shed - involuntary crying is just a byproduct of hours outside at -32°C. And heading back home with Samantha in the comfort of a +25°C Ford Escape, she asked if we were jumping and dancing around down there on the frozen lake. We had been. It's just a byproduct of watching the northern lights dance across the sky of a full moon. Three or four years strong into this, and no excitement lost. Not once. Ever.
Now let's all congratulate Jen on her brand new Canada Goose parka, and Jason on FINALLY WINTERIZING A LITTLE BIT.