I was on my way to Tuktoyaktuk, an island in the Arctic Ocean. In the winter, a highway joins the outpost to the mainland; an ice road, but in summer, the road’s ocean.
We flew over the tundra where arctic swans dotted the mossy landscape, flat with an occasional pingo; a geological formation unique to the north.
In Tuktoyaktuk we went to our guide, Eileen’s house. Along with her husband, they were one of only two Inuvialuit families who still hunted traditionally. We were treated to the local cuisine: muskox, beluga whale and smoked white fish and that was only the start of this unique experience.