A life measured in seasons. That's one of the many yukonisms that happens up here. No one asks you how many years you have lived here it is a matter of how many winters have you gone through (or survived depending on your outlook). No one actually consideres you a 'yukoner' until you've at least gone through one winter. Also no one will believe you when you say that you plan on living here for more than a year unless you have gone through a winter. Everyone I told that we would be here for a while just laughed and assumed we'd run home after experienceing six months of snow. This hasn't happened yet but I went through a hellish period of cabin fever/PMS that was just a massively bad mix of hormones, too much snow and not enough vitamin D.
Before you winter down you're considred a Cheechako or newcomer, after your first year you become a Yukon Sourdough. Here is a little explanation
http://www.answers.com/topic/cheechako On the theme of winter Doug and I recently participated in an exhibition called Dark Days
More info on the exhibition here
http://www.whatsupyukon.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=951&Itemid=188 http://yukon-news.com/arts/11605/ I made these great little cocoons based on the observation of the sky at dusk and dawn as well as some little vessels along the same theme.