the title makes this sound like a novel coming from a brilliant imagination. getting stuck in a foot and a half of snow on a frozen lake, somewhere outside yellowknife, as the northern lights dance overhead. you almost couldn't make this up. fortunately, or unfortunately, although it's funny now, because we got home that same night (early morning - whatever) it is fortunately, it makes for a good story, and is yet another bit of oddity in my love for a place so beautiful, so north, and so cold. what better place to be on a friday night, in perfect weather (clear skies, light winds, and -22°C) than on a frozen lake, away from the city lights of downtown yellowknife, set up with my camera to once again, after way too long, enjoy the dance of the northern lights. it was magical. just like i remember almost exactly one year ago seeing them for the first time in my own backyard of northern canada. watching a band of faint white stretch the horizon shimmer into a noticeably green shade while it starts to crackle and curtain into colours of magenta and purple... it is indescribable.
and for a little adventure, because you can't JUST fly to yellowknife for 48 hours and forty minutes. the three of us had piled back into the explorer as the lights started to fade - perhaps us driving to a new location would spark them again, and backing up a slight incline in less than compact snow was proving to be a little bit more difficult than maybe we had envisioned. 'just pull forward onto the lake and we'll turn around and come back up'. i could feel my anxiety building just a little. the snow was less compact than before. we were sinking. we had sunk. we weren't going anywhere. on our own. we were stuck. and digging down to try and get some branches beneath the tires wasn't working either. with no luck reaching a tow company, it wasn't thirty seconds later that two trucks pulled into the 'parking lot' above. some minutes later, we had our escape rigged up to their truck, both vehicles in reserve and eventually with four of us on the front of the escape pushing up through the foot and a half of snow (in moonlight - bromantic, i know), we rocked the escape out of the hole we'd dug it into and were free as a ptarmigan on great slave lake. take THAT, tourists at aurora village! ...alex and samantha are now taking adventure bookings.