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November 2007 Baffin Island's Arctic
Tides in Iqaluit's bay dictate ship embarkation, which is provided by zodiacs from a rocky beach. Varying in depth between 30 to 40 feet, during low tide, the bay is a muddy wetland. While waiting for high tide, we toured Iqaluit, is home to almost 1,300 residents. A red roofed museum was formerly the Hudson Bay Company. Snowmobiles, rather than cars, sit idle under stilt-built homes. One of the longest streets is the 3.7 mile Road to Nowhere.
Throughout the night, we motored 75 miles southeast to exit Frobisher Bay. The Russian ice breaking ship, crewed by a staff of 52, then turned north into Davis Strait. The lengthy Bay was named for Martin Frobisher, an explorer for Queen Elizabeth I. In 1578, he sailed, with 15 ships and 300 Cornish miners, in search of gold. Instead, Frobisher and his men returned to England with 1,100 tons of ore that was determined to be iron pyrite or fool's gold.
In order to expeditiously alternate offshore zodiac departures, Cruise North Expedition leader, Julio Prellor, divided the 78 passengers into two groups. Pangnirtung or "Pang" is located 31 miles south of the Arctic circle. Harp seals and a minke whale greet our arrival at Baffin Island's second largest community. A tour of the small hillside village included Parc Canada's Auyuittuq National Park visitor centre, the Uqqurmut Center for Arts and Craft, and Angmarlik Visitor Centre.
In the adjacent Recreation Centre, Inuit youth demonstrated their popular game of high kicking, and a throat singing competition. Looping southward, the ship made another attempt to explore Monumental Island. Successful this time, we found a large colony of walrus lazing on an outcropping. Approaching downwind, we could smell the pinnepeds before we saw them. "Foul areas" listed on early navigational charts were thought to be named for their putrid odor. Atop the summit of an adjacent rock, a polar bear, perhaps curious about our four 16-foot zodiac "armada", surveyed the walrus colony as its next meal. Nearby, a towering 100 foot iceberg was estimated to be 10,000 years old.
Snow buntings and sandpipers fished near the shore. Propped on a rock, the skull and upper jaw of a bowhead served as a reminder of how whalers almost single-handedly wiped out the species. Strewn among the Arctic blue grass tundra, with its occasional patch of dwarf flowers and fungi, were rusting vats used to render blubber into oil, tangles of wire, pulleys, and barrel hoops. The grim sight of skeletons deteriorating in wooden coffins told the story of how remnants of the past fade slowly in the Arctic. Whenever we went ashore, the ship's bridge first scanned the area for polar bears. Several of the crew, armed with rifles, stood watched on nearby hillsides. The air temperature was a moderate 50 degrees. Julio didn't need to remind us twice to use insect repellant and mosquito jackets for protection against the "Inuit Air Force" of mosquitoes and black flies.
Akpatok Island's steep limestone plateau rises between 500 and 800 feet. Twenty eight miles long by 14 miles wide, cliff crevices are summer nesting sites for approximately 600,000 black and white thick billed murres. Polar bears, several with cubs, patrol the beach waiting for chicks to fall or the opportune time to plunge into the water to snatch a murre distracted while fishing. Akpatok has been designated by the Canadian Wildlife Service as a special protection site. Its western coastline has an abandoned drilling site that offers the opportunity to hike or beach comb for fossils. Cruise North expedition leaders presented daily lectures. Brenda Saunders, an expert on polar bears, shared her expertise. We also enjoyed lectures from a marine mammal specialist, an ornithologist, botanist, historian, and native-born Jason Annahatak, fluent in Inuktitut language, who shared aspects of modern Inuit culture. As our journey came to a close, there was an announcement through our cabin intercoms to hurricane to the upper deck to observe the magic of the Northern Lights. Then, once again, the tides of the Koksoak River dictated our ship disembarkation for our departure from Nunavik's city of Kuujjuag or "Great River." If you go:
Cruise North, a Quebec Inuit-owned Makivik Corporation, www.cruisenorthexpeditions.com |