The sky started off a little less gloomy this morning, and it couldn't be more welcome - we were about to head out into the waters of Iqaluit.
I really loved the windows, the lighting, and the decor of the place; plants, a view of the bay, and the cozy warmth of a house.
Our guide picked us up in his car, which was pulling the boat. When presented with the option to sit in the backseat of the truck or the cabin of the boat, I unhesitatingly chose the latter.
Our guide brought us over to Qaummaarviit Territorial Park, where the Thule used to live. It has become an archaeological site now, and the territory was excavating the sites to preserve the items in a future museum.
It was honestly a little eerie being on the island; at first glance, it looked like barren land, but walking around, some things started to slowly enter our field of vision: the ruins of old homes, old food storage areas, and even graves with some bones visible. While a graveyard is a final resting place, an old, abandoned home was once the living place of many, and it is weighted down with the memories of what once filled it.
We headed back to the boat, and a member of the crew fed us her homemade goodies; besides club sandwiches, she had also made us cupcakes from crowberries, and loaf from honey and Labrador tea. I loved the incorporation of the local plants that we had also been picking, and she was able to transform the ingredients - the cupcakes were an especial favourite.
We had gotten our fishing licences the day before, and despite the name Iqaluit meaning the "place of many fish", we all caught exactly zero fish. The Lake of Two Bays was pretty even in the gloom of the rain, and I was too cold to concentrate on anything beyond the fish decidedly not biting my shiny bait.
We took the road back through town, before heading back out to eat with some locals who had invited us to dinner at their house.
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