Refreshed from her much-needed day off, Laetitia scanned her email in the Emerald Victorian’s library. Among the messages was one from Sophie recounting the previous day’s tour. The email ended with, “There’s a lot to do in Yellowknife besides Aurora Borealis. You should take a group there.” And so she did. It was the only tour she ever conducted in a down parka and wearing sheepskin mittens and a ski mask, but at winter temperatures in Yellowknife, exposed skin quickly becomes frostbitten. The day included snowshoeing, viewing ice sculptures and the Snowking Castle on Great Slave Lake, the Prince of Wales Northern Heritage Centre, and a shopping opportunity at the Original Weaver and Devore General Store.
After dropping her group at their lodging, Laetitia wanted to find a bar for a pre-dinner libation and to write a limerick. When she asked the desk clerk for a suggestion, he recommended the Gold Range and then grinned and said, “It’s also known as the “strange range.” As one whose limericks often involve slang, Laetitia was aware of the Urban Dictionary’s definition of “strange ranger,” i.e. “Someone who marches to the tune of their own sequin-clad boot-wearing Star-Wars-lovin’ drummer.”
Although Laetitia didn’t know quite what to expect, she went there and perched on a barstool. She talked to the bartender, but only briefly. He was so busy that Laetitia believed his contention that the Strange Range sold more beer than any bar in Canada. No particular incident occurred that sparked a limerick, but she enjoyed watching the lively crowd having fun and the burst of vapor that occurred every time someone opened the door and the warm air from inside collided with the frigid outside air. She went to dinner with the limerick of the day scribbled on a notepad in her purse.
The Gold Range that’s in Yellowknife
Is a place where beer drinking is rife
And where locals and strangers
And even “strange rangers”
Can go for the time of their life.