Early in July I was looking out the window of the house we rent for the summer in Flin Flon. If you’ve ever been to Flin Flon, you would know that the defining feature of the town is the very large smoke stack of the mine, that is located just outside the city. When flying into Flin Flon you can see the tall, grey cement tower from miles away, rising high above the horizon, the blinking lights on top acting like a beacon, letting you know you’re almost home at the end of a long, summers day. However, that day, as I looked out the window, the top of the smoke stack was nowhere to be found. Instead, it was lost in clouds that descended halfway down the tower.