Churchill was located on a narrow peninsula; one side faced Hudson Bay; the opposite side lay the Churchill River.
I had already visited the bay side of town so walked towards the river. Despite wearing a balaclava and a touque, the wind cut into my cheek bones so I headed for the railway station to thaw out. Continue reading Churchill River
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
The morning after my arrival in Churchill, I ventured on foot, with layers of clothing from head to toe. It was slightly “warmer” only -30 degrees. As I plodded towards Hudson Bay, a block away, a grater passed, smoothing the icy street. One other pedestrian hiked in the opposite direction in half the gear I was wearing.
Continue reading Towards Hudson Bay
I flew north from Winnipeg over snow covered ground. We passed beside South Indian Lake as the sun set. Lights flickered near the Missi Falls before darkness set it.
Continue reading Chilly Churchill
After reading experiences of drivers travelling the Dempster Highway, I decided it wasn’t for me. The day before I left Inuvik, a tourist busted his motorbike on the dirt road coming north, so I knew Continue reading Air line security? Or not
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. Continue reading Tuktoyaktuk – North West Territories