All photos in this post are courtesy of my good friend Brad. You can find him at My Home in Toronto.
“Almost die” is a tremendous overstatement. “A lie,” even. But for the sake of suspense, I’ll let it stand.
If my trip to Iqaluit was a musical score, day four was the crescendo. For months I’ve known that we had chartered a couple boats for an epic camping trip while we were up north. What I didn’t know is that the boats were a couple Zodiac boats–the type where you perch yourself precariously on the edge and hold on to a rope. Funny. I pictured a yacht.
Luckily, the group that we had chartered showed up with survival suits in hand. I stepped in and zipped up the suit (recently,while looking through pictures, a family friend noted that I wasn’t actually “zipped up” properly, thus rendering the survival suit obsolete. Rookie move.)
“If you fall in to the arctic ocean, you can die within, like, two minutes.” I starred at her, and then at the ropes along the bow. I tugged them gingerly to assess their sturdiness.
After the initial panic wore off, it was a really amazing trip out of Frobisher Bay and around to Peter’s Head Inlet. A hearty wind kicked up rough waters, and I’d be lying if I told you I wasn’t white-knuckling the ropes. The boat trip lasted about forty minutes, and we stopped off to a national park for a quick tour before getting back on the boats and making our way Peter’s Head Inlet, where we were dropped off at 10 a.m. to be picked up the next day at 6 p.m.
This is camping at its best: There were no complicated matrices of rows and lots, no designated “lot 65”, and no $35 per night fee. Just open space, beautiful tundra, and quiet exploration. We found a beautiful spot only ten minute hike uphill from where our bags were dropped. It was beside a beautiful stream, overlooking the bay where the tide rolled in and out.
I have some beautiful photos to share from day 5. Until then, friends.