Yukon bush life

We made it to town! 10 hours of travel in the dark, 160 miles/ 255 km down the Yukon and over the mountains, 5 glaciers and 2 lakes of overflow to traverse, rolled the new machine twice, bust the side windshield but we had to get to the Post Office and we made it! If only I’d remembered the fucking PO Box key.  "What do you mean, it's not there?" said Neil, with a face like an angry emoticon. By lucky, lucky chance, I had brought the letter from Canada Post assigning us our PO box in case we needed it at the bank. We have no utilities here so it is one of the few things I have with proof of our address. I said “I’m sure this will be fine,” hoping very much that it would be.  Nice easy journey- Neil walking a glacier in the dark to see if it's safe to cross Actually, they did kindly give us our mail, even though they shouldn’t really, and thereby perhaps saved our marriage. Tea stop Temps have got so warm here (we’v...

(Lou, Yukon) We made our first “commute to work” this week to get a business licence. We left early, 7am just like we used to in London. There was no traffic or train delays, but it was 35 below. Dawson was even colder at -40 and the cold crept into our facemasks and under hats, and blew into the back of our mitts as we got closer to town. Dawn was spectacular. The sky slid from steel grey through pale rose to burning orange as the sun made her entrance. She glared so fiercely, I drove one-handed, blotting her out with a mitt whilst trying to peer through a small unfrozen patch at the bottom of my iced-up goggles. We were heading due south to Dawson and straight into the new day. At this latitude, 64 degrees north, the sun sits on the horizon and burns against the snow so bright your eyes weary of it. You want nothing but to crawl away and hide in a box for a while. Neil likes to do some Scottish country dancing as we get to town to warm his feet. Weirdo We hit the...