Sitting pretty north of the 54 parallel, Midsummer is one thing that Cold Lake does damn well.
While the middle of June here doesn't near compare with the sleepless month I spent in Seinajoki, Finland (which is north of the 62 parallel), waking in the very early morning still means looking outside and mistaking it for a much later time of day.
It doesn't stay truly light here, but it doesn't stay truly dark either. On a clear night during midsummer, the horizons are always light and the stars are faint balls of light, rather than the crystal clear glow they adopt in the depth of northern winters.
Now if only the warm weather would catch up with the picturesque scenery. I'd really like to go to the beach right about now.