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Heading further north with a glimpse at the tail of Canada’s longest river

I flew over the MacKenzie River delta, awestruck by its size and beauty. Canada’s longest river flowed into the Arctic Ocean, and we followed its course as we headed to Tuktoyaktuk for the day. The island was situated in the Arctic Ocean. In the winter, a highway joined the outpost to the mainland—an ice road, but in summer, the road was part ocean. With global warming, the future of the winter ice highway is uncertain, and it will be a problem for the residents to maintain their supply route.

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Heading true north

I had a desire for a long time to see the Arctic Ocean. So, one summer I booked a one-way flight to Whitehorse and then up to Inuvik in the very north of the North-West Territories. Inuvik felt like the end of the earth and in a way, it was. The streets appeared desolate, and it didn’t take long to walk from one side of town to the other.

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Churchill River

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

Churchill’s Inukshuk Beach

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

Towards Hudson Bay

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.

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