If you watched this year’s Canada Day parade, you might have seen and heard the unmistakable sounds of the NWT Pipe Band blowing and beating out a version of Scotland the Brave and a dozen or so other tunes. The 2014 parade marked my 18th march down Franklin Avenue since I signed up for bagpipe

As a magazine publisher, we think about stuff like trademark, copyright and intellectual property a little more than most. When Courtney Holmes submitted the “little tree” concept that would eventually become our December/January 2013 cover, we loved it right away: But we also thought there would be some sort of trademark held over the iconic

In a perfect world, Barry Buckley could count himself among the luckiest of fishermen. He works on water so clean and pure that some drink it straight from the lake teeming with whitefish, trout, pickerel, pike, burbot and inconnu that fill his nets. When he parks his big black Ford in front of the KFC

No one gets to where they want to go alone. That thought keeps coming back to me as I prepare for YK2HR – an annual 500 km bicycle ride from Yellowknife to Hay River. I am not an athlete by nature, but this journey is about much more than athletics. Just a few years ago,

After the over-budget and over-deadline restorations were finally completed in May of last year, the Wildcat Cafe opened for the first time in three summers and I went for dinner with two friends. There’s no such thing as reservations – there isn’t even a phone there to call – but on a beautiful summer night

by Eric Binion Growing up with access to Squamish, B.C and Alberta’s Rockies had spoiled me with world-class rock climbing. So, upon touching down in Yellowknife two years ago, I was promptly on a quest to find out what the climbing scene was like. After some kitchen party discussion, I found a local who graciously

A couple years ago my mom visited Yellowknife. One sunny morning as we walked along McDonald Drive she stopped almost midstride and turned her head slowly skyward. “Mom, are you OK?” I asked. A few seconds later she smiled and said, “That’s a DC-3.” What the…? My mom is a plane spotter! As a child,

A Who’s Who look at who’s online in YK There are two things that can happen when my alarm starts buzzing in the morning. Either I turn it off and try to sneak back to sleep, or I grab one of my two phones to scan the headlines on my newsfeed, browse through emails and

Bus service along Franklin Ave. in 1967. Photo Ted Grant, NWT Archives/Northwest Territories. Dept. of Information fonds/G-1979-023: 0010 With bossy nuns, screaming cats and potholes you could drop a bull moose into Dook’s Look Back Catherine Dook Some 35 years ago, one May, I traveled the old Mackenzie Trail by bus from Edmonton to Yellowknife. Now,

How I Got Here I was born out on the land in a little outpost camp called Sauniqturaajuk outside of Pangnirtung, Nunavut. There were about 11-12 families living there. This is where I learned my traditional lifestyle, taught by my parents using only the Inuktitut language. I lived in a qammaq, which is sod house.

Old Town Versifier: Anthony Foliot It’s only been a couple years since High School with all your peers You settled in to a career and oh the times you had You bought yourself some brand new slacks some shirts and ties, your shoes are black You scored yourself an Old Town shack yes things are