We sailed overnight to a fiord called Qanattalik which translates literally from the Inuktitut to “the place with tent poles” although why is a mystery to all aboard. There were certainly no tent poles in evidence. A polar bear was spotted walking along the beach earlier this morning, so we had bear guards armed with rifles for protection. Fortunately no one shot anything … other than photos! 😊

Qanattalik is in Nunavik, a large northern region in the province of Quebec. Around 14,000 people, 90% of whom are Inuit, live here. As there are no roads, all supplies must arrive by sea or air.

Following a wet transfer, Lynda, our Inuit tour host, welcomed us to Nunavik with a few drum songs. We divided into three groups for hiking: the “chargers” who were the most fit and adventurous, the “medium flat” (my group) and the “medium also flat” who headed in the opposite direction. Garry, an ornithologist and photographer, led my group and for today he added botanist to his qualifications. I was surprised at the wonderful flowers we found. My preconceived notion that the Arctic is nothing but cold rock is being shattered.

Here are some of the lovely plants we saw.

My favourite, both in blossom form and going to seed is the mountain avens.

Here’s Garry being a photographer, getting the best perspective for a mountain avens shot:

We are now rocking and rolliing our way to our next stop, having encountered the forecast wind. More hiking and birding in the cards. See you then.