White people first started coming to Yellowknife in the 1930's, after the Yukon Gold Rush. Two prospectors searched for 10 years before the finally staked a claim near YK. They settled first on a peninsula jutting out into Great Slave Lake. Shacks and cabins were placed randomly with no concern for conventional planning. Some of these shacks remain today, mainly in an area known as The Woodlot. As things grew somewhat more organized in YK, the gravel path that led through some of the cabins was recognized by the city, which honoured the colloquial name of Ragged Ass Road. R.A.R was named by a guy who said life on the street was so beat down it should be known as...  To our delight, our fancy-ass apartment was right at the end of R.A.R. It offered a spectacular view of the houseboats and islands of Yellowknife Bay, the waters of which changed by the minute. It also gave one an overview of R.A.R which is quickly gentrifying. As the shacks trade hands, they're being replaced by upscale homes full of children. White families, of course. I didn't see any First Nations people around the neighbourhood, though there is a community on the lower peninsula, just before you get to the seriously wealthy white homes on the waterfront. YK is trying to open the waterfront to all residents, but YK is as NIMBY as Toronto. The Government dock is about the only place the average YK'er can access Yellowknife Bay. City Council backs down to the NIMBY's every time.