This is a continuation of the previous blog. The short climb out on the boulders to get a view of Iqaluit turned into a longer adventure. My hands were getting a little cold, what with whipping out my camera every 2 minutes, so I stopped back at my apartment to put on wind pants and a warmer pair of mitts (the down ones, that blew away on my first day!) When I came out, my intention was to just walk on the tundra a hop, skip and a jump from my apartment building. Instead, I looked at the hills beside the suburb leading toward Frobisher Bay at a white circular structure of some sort. I'd been wondering what this was, thinking it might be one of the skating rinks in town, so I headed toward it.
I got there after not too many minutes of walking. There was a small bit of excitement when a couple of quite large dogs - maybe part husky - started running toward me at full speed. I hadn't thought about wildlife; I was within sight of buildings for most of the walk and I knew that polar bears didn't generally come close to the town. But as the dogs ran toward me and didn't stop, I experienced a moment of panic. Could these possibly be wolves? Well, they weren't. About two seconds before they reached me, a voice called to them and their owners appeared in the distance. The dogs pulled up short in front of me, wagging their tails. The owners shouted their apologies, and I responded, "I'm just glad they weren't wolves!"
On to the strange structure. It turns out to be an electrical station, although a very artistic-looking one. I'm relying on my brother Richard to identify what exactly its purpose is.
Beyond the structure, I realized that I could keep walking on the land down closer to Frobisher Bay. So I kept walking. And the scenery got more spectacular, and the Bay kept getting closer. In the end, I walked right down to the shore rocks and dipped my fingers in the water, which actually wasn't all that cold. In fact, sitting in the sun on the rocks was quite pleasant. I felt like I was in a Caribbean sort of haven, a nice little micro-climate.
But the pictures tell the story better than any words. So here they are.
ELECTRICAL INSTALLATION. LOOKS LIKE A SPACESHIP LAUNCH PAD.
LOOKING BACK AS I HEAD DOWN TO THE BAY.
THEY SAY THERE IS LOTS OF COPPER IN THE WATER HERE. NO WONDER WHEN YOU LOOK AT THE ROCKS!
ARCTIC COTTON - I THINK THAT IS WHAT THIS IS.
AN INTERESTING LICHEN PATTERN.
A HOCKEY STICK ON THE TUNDRA. PERHAPS THE ULTIMATE CANADIAN ARCHETYPE. OR SYMBOL. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
POLLUTION - LOTS OF CONSTRUCTION MATERIALS, OIL BARRELS AND SUCH (THAT’S WHITE PLASTIC, NOT SNOW).
RAVENS ARE EVERYWHERE. I WAS THRILLED TO SEE ONE SITTING THERE WHEN I HAD MY CAMERA. I CAUGHT HIM JUST AS HE WAS TAKING OFF.
THIS LITTLE NATURE SHOT IS AS I SAW IT, NO ARRANGEMENT OF ELEMENTS, NO PHOTOSHOPPING.
THESE WERE THE VIEWS FROM MY SOUTHERN EXPOSURE ROCK SEAT. I WAS FEELING PRETTY DARNED LUCKY.
ONLY A TINY LITTLE PIECE OF ICE UNDER THE WATER.
BUT ON A NORTHERN EXPOSURE SPIT LOOKING BACK AT MY IDYLLIC PERCH, ICE HAD ALREADY SETTLED IN.
MORE POLLUTION, ALBEIT VERY ARTISTIC POLLUTION, BLENDING IN WITH THE ROCKS.
THIS IS AN OFT-PHOTOGRAPHED BOAT, RESTING ON A LITTLE SPIT ON THE COAST TRAIL FROM IQALUIT TO APEX. LESS PHOTOGRAPHED IS THE RUSTING OUTBOARD MOTOR JUST OUTSIDE OF THE FRAME!
ALAS, TIME TO GO HOME.