... by which we mean muskoxen, caribou, moose and bison. They're all on view in the Northwest Territories, providing a sort of polar safari.
Because anything smaller is what we call "bait."
(Extra points if it's a ski-plane.)
... or better yet, gone beyond it, by foot, canoe, skidoo, whatever.
In the super-cool winter of the Northwest Territories, a coating of ice, called "hoarfrost," accumulates on every chilly surface, glazing the world in glory.
In the North's small towns, old fashioned paddling races are a feature of summer celebrations. Jump into a boat and join in.
Best sleep ever – we guarantee.
It's the weirdest thing: The sun is getting lower, lower ... wait, now it's rising again. No night. Just an endless dance of brillance in the sky.
In the Northwest Territories, parkas aren't for fashion. They're like space suits, allowing you to thrive in our vigorous interstellar cold.
Odd machines prowl the Northland, rolling through landscapes no car could endure. This amphibious vehicle transports tourists to a remote fishing lodge.
This is the Arctic Circle. Believe us, lunch tastes better at the top of the world.
Need we say more?