High noon in The Pas – ice-fishermen on the Saskatchewan River across the road from our house.
The first couple nights J. and I slept in our new house, we left the bedroom curtains open. We are out in the country, after all (although only five minutes out of town). But a blazing spotlight woke us in the middle of the night.
Or so we thought.
It was actually 7:30 in the morning and the light was the moon, arcing past our window.
In other words, a weird convergence of night and morning.
This has been one of the biggest adjustments so far: getting used to the change in light. We expected it, of course, but expecting it and experiencing it are two different things.
Dawn doesn’t come until around 9 am and dusk arrives at 4:30 or so. Back east we’d watch the squirrels scamper on trees silhouetted by sunrise as we had our first coffee (or tea, depending on how much we had to do) around 7:30.
We have had a couple of bright days with blue skies but because the sun slides so low across the southern horizon, the night seems almost ever-present. Like the day never completely blooms.
Needless to say, we’re taking lots of Vitamin D and going outside for daily walks in this beautiful landscape we now call home. Here’s the impressive Northern lady who chaperoned us today:
Hey Lady,
I love reading this freaking blog!! I was so glad that I waited for all the entries to load, as I thought initially there was only one per month.(ridiculous, but I have moments of sheer stupidity).
Holy bleak drive Batcouple! Glad you are home.
Yes, Griff might need a tres embarassing outdoor kitty condo as he could easily become eagle bait!!
The tower is incroyables!! Someone climbed up there in that friggin cold??????? Aesthetically, it looks a wee bit like the Eiffel tower(from VERY far away 🙂 Hey, if it works, it works.
Looking forward to the next episode!
Well, it was going to be only one or two per month but there’s so much to see and say… BTW, that dog was about 300 pounds and gladly submitted to Jason’s belly rubs & she followed us all the way home. I thought for a bit that she was fated to be ours… definitely NOT a canoe dog… Great to hear from you!