Northern Life
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Out
I don't get out on the land near often enough, and it seems like I forget just how incredibly beautiful, how incredibly sweeping, how incredibly majestic this land is. Last Sunday I got a reminder. Its funny, but essentially I can be in the wild almost the moment I step out of my door. If
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Light
There's been some discussion lately about the 24 hour, or mostly 24 hour sun that we are getting now. Most of it centres around how to sleep during it, or how it is messing up the internal clocks of those who can't sleep during it. I understand, and I've gotten enough first time visitors to
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Its the end of the school as we know it
There has been a restlessness about town the last few days. Today is the last day of school here and people are rushing around, getting ready to go out on the land. Everywhere you look people are fiddling with snowmobiles, repairing komatiq, hauling equipment down to the ice. There are improbably long lines at the
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Old friends
In a box of books that arrived today (courtesy the wonderful Indigo – Thank you) was a Winter 1959 edition of The Beaver, with an article about Arctic Bay written by Margery Hinds. Hinds was one of the earliest teachers up here, and the article contained several photos taken by her. Including this one… Now
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Scenes from the fishing derby – The Forgotten Photo
I meant to post this photo of Leah's at the end of the post of her other photos from the weekend. Here is the fish that almost won the $1000 prize. Leah's fish was less than an inch shorter than the winning fish from Kugarjuk.
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Scenes from the fishing derby
Thought I'd put up a couple of Leah's photos from this past weekend. Hard to live blog the fishing derby when you're stuck at home waiting for clients to never arrive. The only fishing photo. Leah's mother fishes while Travis and friends push each other on a sled around the ice (typically he's the one
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Lost in Space
The Arctic Bay Rocket Program suffered a major set back this evening, as what goes up apparently doesn't always come down. Travis, Hilary and I went out to fire the rocket one time this evening, saving the rest of the motors for when more people could join us. Although the winds were calm, it was
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Old slides
While looking for an elusive slide of Andean Condor for the last post, I came across a box of slides from the Arctic Cruise I led in 2000, and scanned some to share. Bylot Island through the late night fog. Iceberg off Pond Inlet at the same time. Iceberg, Bylot Island and Cotton Grass. Although