I’ve been to the Canadian North before, but not like this. I like to travel to the Arctic Tundra in the summer. This was different than the summer…it’s WINTER! And best of all, there was a very important baby who required “Kuniking”. What a place, what an experience! Rankin Inlet is not like the west (I’ve been to Whitehorse, Dawson, and Old Crow).
First of all there are no trees, none…we’re fairly certain dogs born in Rankin are unaware of the joys a stick can bring to their lives. Instead we “Chuck It”.
In the winter the wind is ferocious…but you can barely tell with a hood lined with the right fur.
In the winter babies snuggle in warm Amautiqs…a lined parka that slips over your head with a large pouch in the back for baby and a huge hood to protect against wind.
All year round babies are Kunik-ed instead of kissed…get really close to a baby you love, press your nose against their face and breath in deeply.
In the winter it looks like this at sunset…you look west to the rest of the world and this is what you see.
And all year round stop signs look like this.