explaining what a trumpet mouthpiece was to airport security…

The earliest we could muster by Friday morning was by the 7 AM breakfast nearby at Jane’s. That’s how all the locals refer to the Mackenzie Valley hotel and restaurant where we were staying. It’s owned and run by the efficient, organized, and wonderfully friendly Jane who seems to have become somewhat of an icon [...]

There were too many people booked to leave Deline

Crystal gave us the good news, bad news, and just the news

Things didn’t go as planned of course. Mel met me last night in Edmonton, suffering from a head cold that had plugged his ears so badly that he couldn’t hear anything I said to him. He and I flew on to Yellowknife. Pete, Linda, and Scott were nowhere to be seen. Air travel purgatory had left them stranded overnight in Edmonton.

This is not migration. Today (Monday, Aug. 7) I am on my way to Yellowknife via Portland and Chicago and Edmonton. I am awash in swirling currents of humanity, people traveling here and there, back and forth. But we are not migrating.

…and is accessible only by plane or boat.