There's no place like home

Now that I'm working in Yellowknife, everyone expects me to move to Yellowknife. Actually, I'm pretty sure if anyone even remembers me in Hay River, they've assumed I moved to Yellowknife already. Like a friend of mine said, leaving Hay River is like pulling your hand out of a bucket of water: it doesn't even leave a dent.

But notwithstanding that they'll have forgotten my name by now, the odds of me actually moving out of Hay River are what my boss likes to call "zero to none." And this is probably the main reason why... Because it's the best place in the world to walk your dog. The top two photos are on the trail, where it's fairly plausible that I can run my dog. The bottom two are actually down the middle of our main street on Sunday morning. Not a soul, let alone a vehicle. You can actually let your dog run right down the middle of main street and not even have to worry about her safety.

I love Hay River.