There’s a razor-thin window of opportunity in the western Canadian Arctic where you can enjoy the return of the sunlight before the vexatious bears and bugs emerge from hibernation. The improbably perfect amount of sun, snow, and longing to leave winter behind converge on a sole weekend every late April. Once a year, thirty-two lucky adventurers from a tiny northern town of eight hundred secure their spots aboard a Twin Otter bush plane on skis and charter two flights deep into Canada’s Mackenzie Mountains for a day of ice fishing, campfires, and revelry.