They say when you don't know where to start, go to the beginning. So Thursday night, like they always used to be, Jen and I spent it packing after we were both off work late. Stuffing, cramming, sitting on on our little black 22" suitcases for our early morning departure to the great (almost all white) north. Have you ever tried to pack everything you need for days and nights spent outdoors photographing, hiking, and standing around for hours in the high teens? Wait, the NEGATIVE high teens. You know, -18°C into the low twenties. Only, the low twenties this weekend. We may as well have been in shorts, hey, Yellowknife? Wait a minute, ...hey, Jason? Jason is a very good friends of ours up in Yellowknife who, in the Winter at least, has a habit of making Jen & myself look like the biggest, most pathetic, un... Canadian like 'Northerners' in all of the country. I go out in boots, long johns, snow pants, and my beloved Canada Goose parka - Jason goes out in hikers, jeans, and a light bomber. If you're unfamiliar with his work, do yourself a favour and enjoy a few hours here. Or don't, because if you do, you're likely to never come back here, and I like it with you here. The three of us spent an afternoon avoiding Canadian shield dynamite blow-outs along the Ingraham trail toward Cameron falls, and then one of the most breathtaking sites I've personally I've ever seen in Canada. And while this trip didn't end with that sky-filling, purple and green dance Samantha, Jen & I have become a little too accustom to, it was by far, one of our most memorable yet. And we'll be back for more, real soon.