I apologize that it has been a few days since I have written. Hosting 20+ people yesterday for our annual strategic planning session made late last week go by very quickly indeed! It was a great day. The first opportunity I had to meet many board members and volunteers and they were all very welcoming. I am very much looking forward to working with everyone, and I am very pleased with the results of the session, but there was nothing from that for blogging. And so, I will embark today on some musings of the North.
I have been here, now, for a full 8 days. While surely that does not make me an expert, I have learned a thing or two. For starters, the Yukon is divided into two groups. There are those who live here with great reverence to the land and, to borrow a line from Parks Canada, strive to protect it for the benefit of future generations. There are also those who, it was described to me, maintain a more conquering philosophy of life. I.e.,
our forefathers came before us and conquered the wild, we will do the same. Controversially, I would make the shot of Canada vs. Alberta, but I will leave that for now 'cause nothing is ever so black and white. I think I definitely fall into that first category, as will become apparent with the kinds of things that have struck me this week.
Whitehorse has a spectacular garbage, recycling, composting program. By the very fact it has composting it kicks the ass of Ottawa. Both the city and the territory also have extensive funding programs aimed to help places establish better garbage reduction programs (which I will totally be trying to access). The challenge, in my early observations, lies with the vast number of people who have to bring their garbage to the dump themselves, which seems to provide little impetus to bother. I have shuddered all week putting my food scraps and cardboard in the garbage, but there are serious storage issues that need to be overcome (none of us want to draw anymore wildlife to the site). Now I need to clarify. There is, definitely, a challenge to getting those who go to the dump to compost or recycle, but I would argue at another level, they are far ahead of us. There is, equally, the natural tendency to compost, and there is also a thriving 'recycle' program of the highest order. Like during the gold rush, the sheer cost of bringing stuff here, makes buying and selling, donating and rummaging through the dump all acceptable ways for find new home furnishings, clothes, outdoor equipment, etc. There is also, at least at the Preserve, a remarkable effort to not waste anything. There has been 4-5 outbuildings torn down over the past few years and 2 more underway. These buildings are being taken down with, probably as much care as they were put up and everything useable will be reused - starting with 'new' built in shelves for our offices that will come from what was once known as 'Smiley's House.' Well, because Smiley was the last to live there. In retrospect, that may have been my first 'executive order.'
Cars. I continue to be amazed at how many people drive small cars here. Frankly, nothing should be smaller than an SUV. To be fair, there have been two exceptional snow falls here this year, and the 2 ft + on the ground is utterly awe-inspiring to anyone who has lived through your typical Whitehorse winters, but still, this is not small car territory. Having said that, while I find the transition to roads that are graded, covered in dirt or gravel and completely absent of salt a bit nerve-wracking to get used to, the roads are, by and large, very well kept. The Yukon government helps by putting up flashing roadside signs that read "Summer is Nice; Winter Means Ice." Yukon drivers have the reputation of being terrible drivers, but I haven't seen it really. I understand there is still a problem with drinking and driving - I expect largely driven by the vastness of the roads, the lack of anyone else on them, and the 'conquering' attitude I mentioned. There is probably also something statistically with fewer people available to make incidents less obvious. But by and large, I have found other drivers to be perfectly fine. No one is in a hurry to be anywhere (Yukon time), and there seems to be a general acknowledgement of whatever the road conditions are.
The two things I have noticed to be different from the east (in addition to the general lack of aggression) are driving in the middle of the road and parking. There is a lot of driving in the middle of the road, and why not I say. The roads are wide, yes, but there is less chance of meeting another car than virtually anything else, so the middle seems to be, well, the place to be outside of the city. In the city, there are lanes established in the winter that in no way reflect lanes from the summer. For someone new to the city, it takes a bit of getting used to to understand where, exactly, one should be driving. I am fairly certain that last night I drove with my two tires in the middle of two different lanes, but with only one other vehicle on the road, it equally could have been him in the wrong!
Parking. Anyone who has ever parked at a shopping centre in Gatineau or a ski hill in the Rockies can picture parking in Whitehorse. Granted, it is not as bad as either of those, but I do feel some sense of obligation to park at an angle for sure. There aren't stalls this time of year anyway, so what's the difference? Hee hee! What I cannot get used to is leaving one's vehicle running while shopping - or as I understand it having dinner and drinks with friends! You know, so it is still warm when they want to leave. Now I may change my mind when it becomes -50 and I am, in fact, driving one of the many pieces of crap autos that Mike has declared wanting, but new vehicles at -10. Really?? I ran several errands last evening (BIG night out in Whitehorse - Wal-Mart, Shoppers Drug Mart, McDonalds and Off Sales - the after hours over-priced liquor store) and, perhaps with the exception of Wal-Mart, I was the crazy at every store who a) turned off the land cruiser, b) took the keys with me inside and c) actually locked the doors. Definitely Cheechako behaviour.
My final musing for tonight will be the school system. I have been very much impressed by the extensive experiential learning that is undertaken by the Ministry of Education here. The Preserve is the beneficiary of funding for several programs - grade 4 bird identification, learning about predators and prey, healthy aquatic ecosystems, traditional uses of herbs and plants, etc. The high school kids (which starts with grade 8) do scientific monitoring of weather, water quality, invertebrates, and aquatic plants. We also do a grade 7 bison program, which we have run relatively informally for several years. This program ran just before I arrived and encompasses scientific lessons about bison as well as historic lessons around their role in Aboriginal natural and cultural heritage and in the settling of Canada. This program runs to prepare the students for their bison hunt which, I asked naively for clarification on - they couldn't possible mean hunting for bison?

They did and they do. Annually as part of the bison hunting season students in grade 7 go out on snowmobiles with outfitters and staff from the Ministry of the Environment to, well, hunt. Only the outfitters use guns, but the students work to bring the bison back to camp (they all stay in wall tents) where they then, well, work to prepare dinner. I think I was so flabbergasted at the time, I probably missed a few details, but that is the essence of it. This year's class brought home 3 bison. I doubt very much I could have handled that in grade 7, but then again, the world I lived in was very different. I have been thinking about it a lot, and I do have a lot of respect for the program, although I know there will be many of you who disagree. I think it would have made me pay a lot more attention in science class (so not formaldehyde frogs), I am very impressed by the depth of their pre-trip lessons re: respect for nature, and anything that teaches people that our food doesn't magically arrive at the grocery store is fine by me.