Now that the weather is a bit more humane I've been able to go running without fear of losing appendages, limbs or life. On my most recent runs I've had the pleasure of being accompanied by my neighbour's dog. I'm not positive but I think her name is Bow Wow (though she shows no recognition to the name). After the run I let her in (or rather she let herself in) for some peanut butter on crackers. I've since bought some dog biscuits but she's now chained up and unlikely to be joining me on my runs. It's actually a good thing that she's tied up but I'll miss her company all the same.
This is just a shot of the ice road from Inuvik to Tuktoyaktuk. I managed to get a ride when I came back up north from a week in Halifax for M's sister's wedding. This was my third time on the ice road and the novelty still hasn't worn off. It may look kind of bleak but there's a distinct beauty in the serenity of the land. Plus, there's something about it that inspires feelings of being an intrepid explorer. I think even Robert Peary would find the drive exciting, and not just because he'd be in a vehicle that hadn't been invented when he was alive.