The road to nowhere

We were greeted with a gloomy morning that called for rain, low temperatures, and high winds. We were able to reschedule our outing for tomorrow, so we spent the morning making a full breakfast featuring bannock.

In Iqaluit, there is a road that suddenly just ends, built with vigour and abandoned in haste. Already a part of our itinerary, many people mentioned that there was an abundance of wild blueberries there, which served as extra encouragement to visit.

The grey skies started to slowly clear as we made our way further down the road to nowhere.

Just as we hit the 'rest stop' area, we noticed a sign prohibiting entry due to blasting. We were about to turn around in disappointment, when in the distance, I saw a white figure coming over the hills. We met the nice man and his lovely dog, and he informed us that we could visit over the hills is we stayed away from the roads.

As soon as we crossed over, the skies opened up and the sun came out to greet us. I took this opportunity to forage for more berries.

The previous day, our guide had informed us about the benefits of Labrador tea, so we picked a few sprigs to brew at home.

As we walked back towards town, not having reached the end of the road to nowhere, we were also unable to find the sign; often stolen as a souvenir of sorts, the city had stopped replacing the "Road to Nowhere" sign. So in the end, if we never reached "nowhere", and we didn't see the sign, did we only traipse somewhere?

I insisted on another visit to Black Heart Cafe, where I finished reading the coveted articles.

The fog had began to clear, and the view of the bay through the lifting clouds was mesmerizing.

We used the berries gathered yesterday to create a berry balsamic glaze for our pork and tofu steaks. A gorgeous sunset later, and another day had come to an end.