Yellowknife surprised me. From the first glimpse of this modern town, built on rock, I could see I was in for a different northern experience.
This diamond capital of Canada has a bit of everything.
We wandered the main streets, looking into gallerys and shops, meeting some of the artists and discussing their craft. Our main goal was to find a “yellow knife” from Yellowknife as a souvenir. Each store agreed it was a great idea, but no, they have never seen such a thing. We sadly left empty-handed. We wandered to the “old Town” on a small peninsula. There is a “Pilots Monument” built high on a rock. The view from the top gave us our first good look at Great Slave Lake.
At the edge of the Old Town is a restaurant recommended by Readers Digest. Bullock’s Bistro, in a small log cabin, looked inviting.
We staff greeted us and invited us to lunch. Andre, the chef, was making bread in his “office” by the window. The walls were covered with signs and notes, jokes and pictures. The furniture, an eclectic array of stools and chairs. The friendly staff made the experience one of the best meals yet. John ordered the fish and chips, while I decided to try the buffalo stew.
Back at the campsite, it started raining. Cooking dinner was a chore.