Ah, November – the first true month of Yellowknife winter, when snow cloaks the land, ice clutches the lake, and the thermometer freefalls toward 40 below. This is the season when sled dogs return to the harness, squealing with delight to be hitting the trail again. When we break out our skis, snowshoes and Skidoos, opening old paths and blazing new ones. And when, each evening, each cozy home in the city glows in the lengthening dark, heated by the woodstove and warmed by good cheer.