One year ago...

One year ago on this day, September 28th, Sherry and I arrived in Dawson City, Yukon. It was cool (minus four) but as the day progressed the sun shone brightly and it felt wonderful: the air was crisp, the leaves on the trees still showed their autumn colours.

It's hard to believe all that has happened since that day, one year ago. We spent three months in the Yukon. We saw the first snow and the freeze-up of the river, went dog sledding and endured temperatures that were often reported as being the coldest for any inhabited place on Earth.

As our Yukon adventure evolved we witnessed the advent of darkness as the sun all but vanished. Our spirits sagged. The locals were friendly, to a point, but also guarded and lost in their own darkness. It was a strange time, including bite collars and slivers of sunlight at high  noon.

Three months after settling in Dawson, we landed in Buenos Aires; from a town of 1400 in the frozen north, to a city of over 14 million in the sub-tropical south. For the past six months we have been home, in Vancouver, and on this day, we remember our first day in Dawson City, Yukon.  The journey continues.

Photos by Jim Murray. Copyright 2012 & 2013.