Hello bloggers!
So, Happy Birthday to Me!!
Now, that I've gotten that out of the way, let me say that the adventures could not have ended better! My climb up Mount Duval was a success to say the very least with a total altitude of 700 m climbed in around an hour and a half. Not bad at all! I must admit, I felt tested...quite tested. I hiked with Marcus, a friend of Mike and Nicole's. He was great for pushing me to the limit. Just when I felt like I was hitting that point where a rest felt necessary, he was able to give me that kick of determination.
So here we are looking up at our adversary. And, like I said last post, scale is incomprehensible until it is right in front of you... and even then it can throw you for a turn.
Shortly into our ascent we came up to Duval creek, which runs down through town and into the fjord. Even now in it's state of stasis one can hear the movement in it as the water passed underneath.
Here, we heard most prominently as though the solid icicles formed here were still tricking with water... this brings an interesting note here that I have not previously mentioned when speaking of the land here; the surroundings are full of sounds that I have never heard before. The snow here sounds hollow, as though there is miles beneath you. Even with the water flowing under this creek, I felt so removed from the world I know. Virtually everything here is a new experience! The tide break cracking constantly. And the deafening silence when a breeze is absent and the ravens aren't cooing.
Simply a wonderfully set up picture. Albeit, totally coincidentally as I was traversing the path but I couldn't resist despite the clicheness of these cultural landmarks.
Here's Marcus ahead of me approaching what was without doubt the most challenging pitch of the climb. Hard to really see the incline but trust me when I say, that it felt more comfortable to have all fours working upward rather than trying to stay bipedal.
Before too long, I was beginning to feel like we were truly alone in this deserted landscape. No birds, no weasels, foxes, rabbits or bears... just the odd set of tracks (not of bears). Although, I happened to visit the Parks Canada building to refund my fee for park admission since I didn't get to hit the park and while there I was told that a huge Polar Bear had wandered its way through the Ayuittuq park and actually broke into one of the emergency cabins. Perhaps I ought to be counting my blessings for not being able to make it.
So here we were, looking upward to the final stretch of ascent and debating whether to follow the beaten path from skidoos or trailblaze our own...
Sometimes you just gotta make your own path.
Just another beautiful landscape that led me to once again feel nothing but unbridled respect and admiration for this land
Finally! The peak! 700 metres above sea level and filled with a sensation of accomplishment! And shortly thereafter, tea, water, and granola bars.
Looking westward towards beautiful little Pang. Beyond is the opening of Pangnirtung fjord. First time I was able to see land beyond the opening.
Here we are looking eastward towards the park. For the first time I was able to lay my eyes on one of the many Scandinavian named mountains, Mount Overlord. Kinda hard to describe which one it is though.
Just trying to look a little closer...
Funny little story... as we were climbing I started thinking about how cool it would be to reach the peak and look down onto Pang to find a plane incoming. To my surprise, not landing but taking off was a First Air plane heading northeast towards Qikiqtarjuaq, a smaller community, remember when my luggage went there the day I arrived?
Just an interesting land marker at the peak. Funny too, in virtually any other environment, these could serve as a haven for all sorts of wildlife.
The fjord, again... sorry, but I just don't get tired of it!
Here was our lovely little winter picnic while we took in the scenery around us.
A hotspot for not only us... arctic hare and fox too!
But alas, it was starting to get chilly just sitting around so, the descent had to begin. But this is where the fun really begins!
Pretty sure we set a Guinness world record for longest butt slide down a mountain! Hysterically enough, you could still see our tracks all the way from town!!!
Eventually the terrain wasn't very accommodating for sliding so we took back to heel toeing it and snapping photos of the sights as they came... I couldn't resist snapping Marcus here with the beautiful colours of the landscape; monochromatic, but gorgeous.
Need I say more?
Saw this beautiful ice formation with such translucency and couldn't help but stop for a shot... or two... or three
So, in about a third of the time it took to get up we were back at sea level and so I stopped in at the highschool since I had some time left in the afternoon and had talked with Nicole about doing an art lesson with the kids. So, the day just kept getting better! I got to do a little teaching of one point perspective with the kids and fulfilled my intent to work with the kids here a little bit. On that note, while pictures might not have been available I did get a chance to do another art lesson just last night with one of the local kids too, but a house call! Again, a great and memorable opportunity!
Like I said earlier, pelts are just a very common part of life out here, and I thought it an opportunity to show you some more of the common game here. These are from left to right, Wolf, Polar Bear, Wolf, and Caribou.
As I left the school, I couldn't help but look back at my conquered 'foe' and longed for another chance to climb it...but not this trip. I'll have to wait till next time.
This evening Nicole treated me to a birthday dinner of my choice, Chicken Teriyaki, Parmesan pasta, and garden salad... and then, just when I was enjoying myself to the fullest already, came this:
Beautifully decorated and equalled with warm wishes from my incredible hosts. An absolutely wonderful way to wrap up my evening here in this exquisite land that while not bearing much resemblance to what most of us call home, still comprises such a large part of our country.
It has been an incredible experience, one that I wish anything but a conclusion to. I have found myself staring off longingly at the surroundings and hoping that some sort of technical difficulty might land me here longer but of course, life must continue in its designated fashion and now, I find myself motivated to continue my present endeavours so that one day, I may return here with more permanent intentions.
Thanks for sharing this experience with me everyone, and even greater thanks to Mike and Nicole for being not only friends, but sources of information, opportunity and discourse as I raised a seemingly infinitesimal number of questions about this unique life in 'the north'.
That'll be it for me gang. I'm off in the morning at 11:30 and inbetween then and now, I intend to pack, sew a patch on my bag and take my last looks until next time. The blogging torch reverts back to Mike and Nicole now.
It's been a slice... maybe two
Bryce
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