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
Yellowknifers still like their July 1 parades, but they lack the intimacy of what they did 40 years ago. Looking down Franklin Avenue, (from today’s Northern United Place) note The Bay store on the right, the Capital Theatre, the original Yellowknife Public School, and the newly-built Laing Building. The front float celebrates the Hudson’s Bay
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
by Brent Reaney EDGE YK Online April 16, 2014 I’ll be clear off the top that this is not an obituary. It’s a reflective post based on my memories and experiences with Francois Thibault, AKA T-Bo. I don’t know the story of his final days or more than most people did about the artist’s personal life.
by Mariella Amodio A new restaurant, Main Street Pizza, just appeared on YK’s pizza delivery scene. Unfortunately, it opened after EDGE YK had a taste test of other pizza places (see YK’s Pizza Meltdown in the April/May 2014 issue), the winner of which was Diamante. That’s why I have been invited by the magazine to taste it and
Yellowknife as bonsai heaven Dr. Ian Gilchrist is a bit like the many and varied bonsai trees he shuttles from one place to another in and around his Yellowknife home, seeking the optimal conditions for their well-being. At 78, the retired territorial chief medical health officer was born in Nova Scotia and spent much of
Three years ago, the goats came to town. They arrived on a tractor-trailer from Alberta, along with a wood crate, a bunch of hay bales and a couple of gunny sacks of oats. Annie, the nanny, and Cleo, her kid, settled in nicely, capturing the city’s public imagination from their fenced-in yard in downtown Yellowknife.
Dry cold or not, you’d think after nearly a quarter century of Yellowknife winters I should have a pretty good idea of what to expect; that I’ve accepted, if not embraced, that the tiniest wind at -30 will feel like a machete ripping apart my forehead, or that darkness – with its daytime ally greyness
On EDGE: Opinion Samantha Merritt I have lived in Yellowknife for nearly 23 years. When I first arrived, a young teen from small-town farming Ontario, Yellowknife seemed a big city. But not home. I was from Ontario. I would go back there in a year…in two years….after four years, I did go back. I left
As of April first, a legal contract with Canada expands the Government of the Northwest Territories’ authority and its bureaucracy to manage public land, water and resources. It’s called devolution, and it’s no joke. More revenue from resources such as mining, oil and gas will stay in the NWT instead of flowing directly to Ottawa.