Our goal in participating with the Nunavut Planning Commission’s initiative is to explore certain collaborative conservation outcomes with the Inuit, such as a plan that supports the completion of a Protected Areas Strategy for the territory, and measures that protect critical habitats for migratory tundra caribou herds, especially calving grounds. We’re also discussing how the Inuit of Canada and Greendland might steward the last of the planet’s permanent northern ice-cap, in the face of climate change.
Cambridge Bay’s windswept, snow-covered landscape bordering a sea still frozen solid, serves as backdrop to these talks – a marked contrast to the lush greenness we left behind in southern Ontario, where the warblers have already poured through.
But, incredibly, we did see six geese in low formation at 10:00 p.m. last night (the sun is now up continuously, so there is no sunset or sunrise) and snow buntings flitting about town. Lapland longspurs are arriving and singing their little hearts out and glaucous gulls are gliding overhead, all being closely monitored by the ever-present cunning town ravens.
Some distance away (Mt. Pelly Park), a raven couple have constructed a nest of bird bones and caribou antlers lined with muskox hair on top of the park’s “Welcome” sign. And today we learned that tundra swans and sandhill cranes have been spotted out on the land near town, anticipating open water that is still weeks away.
We’re doing all our own cooking, to save money, hence the lunch of raw char (Inuit sushi), bought at Kitikmeot Foods, which supplies this entire Arctic region.
The price of the lemon here (on the south shore of Victoria Island in the Arctic Ocean) was a serious jolt. But it won’t go to waste. We plan to have the rest of the fish poached in lemon butter for dinner.
I may never return…