We took an afternoon walk along Hudson Bay on Sunday. It was sunny and warm, about -17, not factoring in the windchill. I put on my medium-cold jacket (here you need three jackets, one for weather just below freezing, one for about -20 to -30 and one for when it is colder than that).
Surprizingly, outside town there is an intricate mesh of roads and trails, which lead to camps. Some appear to be skidoo or ATV routes, and others are wide enough for a truck. We followed along the frozen bay and headed up a series of rounded hills, swept bare by the fierce winds. The rocky surface is covered with rust, brown, black and green algae and lichens. The landscape is sparse, with thin, scrubby trees, sticking up like bristles. There is forest inland, but not as far as we could see. We found a large boulder atop one of the hills, a residue from the last glacial period – a glacial erratic, I recall from my geography studies. It was perched on a hill, seemingly ready to roll. Too curious, I clambered up to have a better view. I saw the expanse of the bay and the Manitounuk Islands. These islands consist of a chain, which runs parallel to the coast, providing a safe haven for birds, seals, and whales.
The sun was so warm and the air so pure. Next time I will bring a thermos of tea and savour the views.
It has been said that upon arrival you either love it here, or hate it. Today I loved it.