This is the story of how four Southern girls conquered Yellowknife’s rugged wilderness. It was a hung over Sunday. The previous night, one girl had been out watching men wearing tights hug each other in a ring – some people call it UFC – while the other three, had been at a concert until the early hours of the morning. To overcome the headaches, heavy eyes and overwhelming desire to go back to bed, the ladies started their adventure with Tim Horton’s coffee and an unnecessarily long drive to what appeared to be an undiscovered village in the middle of woods. After turning around, assuming they had uncovered the training grounds for Northern serial killers, the group found a more appropriate location to set up camp for an afternoon wiener roast. While making the trek from the highway up a ridge to their desired spot, the ladies sunk at least two inches into mud the consistency of dog poo. One girl, we’ll call her Nicole, damn near slipped. But thankfully her intense flailing abilities – which she mastered after many falls over the winter months – kept her on her feet and out of the mud. Treading carefully after the near miss, the women collected branches for a fire.