Day 2 – Yellowknife

Yellowknife
by Ben Ladouceur

My father underlines the words
he doesn’t understand. Dear father,
penultimate means next to last. Husband, as a verb,

is not unusual. To husband is to conserve.
Ajar is fancier than open. Masticate is stronger than eat.
Like this: Within, we eat our caribou. Without,
the bears masticate theirs.

I am reading his copy of Yellowknife, a travelogue
published in the year of our centennial.

Yellowknife is where my older brothers both were born
in the middle of the eighties, when men at the Wildcat twisted
to the beat of the only vinyl the needle hadn’t scratched

into oblivion. As the dogs barked and the spiders
prospered — if spiders can live
in climates so cold. Dear father, oblivion means nothingness,

and I was never there. I wasn’t a breath in the wind
or a glint in your eye or a howl from afar
overheard because Daniel left the green bay window

ajar. You know the north and I
the words. The songs, the dogs, the
spiders, and I the words.

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Have arrived in Yellowknife. My intended B&B was double-booked so they found me somewhere else to stay for the first night. Everyone has been lovely, though I get lots of looks that seem to say “who is she and why is she here on her own?” -perhaps I am imagining it. Spent the majority of the afternoon and evening catching up with family and friends and sending emails. I spent a short bit of time thinking about what my day should look like tomorrow. Perhaps it is better to go on without a plan for a little bit. See what happens.

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Day 1- Edmonton

I’m currently in Edmonton on my way up to Yellowknife to begin my summer research. I had planned to stay in the Edmonton airport hotel on the way up, and then again on the way back down. Circle like. Very appropriate. I had no idea what to expect from the airport hotel, but judging by the price I assumed it would be relatively luxurious. On the way up, it seems silly to me – overly and overtly materialistic with a strange obsession with geometric patterns. We shall see what I think of it in July after 5 weeks of the relatively remote Arctic and when I am on my way home again. Right now, I don’t know anything about what will happen on this trip, what I will see, or who I will meet. When I am back here again, I will know everything.

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