I’d tried contacting a few accommodation sites around Fleur de Lys without success. No one responded to emails so I was ready to give up on this out of the way town. But when I arrived at the turn off, it was still early in the day, so I decided to drive the seventy or so kilometres to see the Inuit site I’d heard about. Continue reading Inuit past in Fleur de Lys
I arrived at Inukshuk Beach where not another sole lay in sight. Iced Hudson Bay stretched before me along with the first inukshuk I’d seen in the north.
They were signposts for the Inuit. Where the flat, wintery landscape looked the same and there was no sun in winter to indicate direction, inukshuks were constructed to guide the way. Sometimes, food was stored under stones so a hunter might find something to eat if he hadn’t been successful. Continue reading Churchill’s Inukshuk Beach