Journeys

In 1991, Lenny Kravitz sang “It ain’t over til its over” to try to keep his life with his wife and daughter from ending. During the Oscars, when the orchestra strikes up a song, the awardee gets that not so

When heavy rain thwarted our pitchfork skewered steak, we got a burger at Boot’s. When lighting and thunder canceled our America 250 musical revue date night, we watched a movie on our laptop inside T@G. When we were early for

Why and if are bedfellows of can and can’t, will and won’t. There’s always a challenge. Something to face. Something to prove. We can’t always identify the whys or ifs, but it’s the can you or can’t you, will you

The uncertainty induced by unknowns stirs up strong emotions, especially when you’re tired. Temps are smoldering across North America. Wildfires are burning. Air quality deteriorating. We looked at a trans-Canada crossing, but towns quickly became names on a map without

Once we got our proverbial “stuff” together in Whitehorse, we were ready to find high-speed blacktop to make tracks south. It had been awhile since we had seen the speedometer hit 60 mph, and the Al-Can Highway was built exactly

The wrongs of north of north were piling up. Broken rigs, broken teeth, broken shins (another story!), and broken patience were stealing our mojo. It felt time to get right with the world again. When you are north of north,

We have to keep reminding ourselves … it’s about the journey, not the destination. When we reached the Arctic there was a moment of jubilation followed by the slap in the face reality that we now had to work it,

There are places that represent. The Arctic Ocean is one of them. As the northernmost ocean on the planet, its ice acts like a mirror reflecting sunlight back into space, keeping the planet cool. It continuously releases cold water into

If we had to pick a theme for our Tropics to Tundra 2026 adventure, it might coincide with the Great Northern Arts Festival theme of “Gathering.” For their 37th annual summer event, they wanted to celebrate people communing around art,

Lyle poked his head in the CLAM just as potato curry was coming off the stove. “Time to go,” our Eagle Plains parking lot partner and retired Dempster road engineer, urged. We woofed down half of the Indian spiced blend,