I want to begin this entry by talking a little bit about the sheer size of Nunavut. As I have said in other articles, Canada is the second largest country in the world. However, what I didn't know until writing this article was that because Nunavut is also so large, it is the center of Canada! Nunavut is so big that it is the size of British Columbia, Alberta and Saskatchewan combined. If you're not Canadian and that doesn't mean much to you, Nunavut is the size of the UK, France, Spain, Germany, Italy and Poland combined.
And it is only inhabited by 32,000 people. That's right, only 32 thousand people!
Being that far north, parts of Nunavut have six months of straight daylight, and six (very long, very cold) months of straight night. The communities are very small, and abandoned towns are sadly very frequent. There are also ships frozen in the waters, ranging from Swedish viking ships to modern tankers. The thick ice is impossible to pass, even with climate change. As you can see in the pictures below, people can cross the ice from Baffin Island to Greenland (which often made it difficult for me to figure out where exactly the picture was taken).
Also, being that far north, and this late in the year, winter has already set in. I should have thought of doing this cross Canada series during the summer when I didn't have to worry about winter, but I can't stop now and resume it once the winter is over, so to my foreign readers, let this be your taste of what Canadian winter is like. Hopefully I can chew through the remaining 7 provinces before winter reaches the rest of Canada.
Because there aren't as many people living in northern Canada, tourism isn't very popular and I didn't want all my pictures to be of snow, so some of the following photos have been taken awhile ago. I hope that's alright. Either way, I hope you enjoy "Instagramming Canada - Nunavut", and I hope one day you get to visit this place for yourself.
I would also like to thank Finding True North for the splash image I'm using. They are one of the leading groups promoting Nunavut tourism, and have even recently put on their very own Instameet. Be sure to check out their page and give them a "Follow" for more amazing Nunavut pictures! They're awesome!
Auyuittuq National Park
Lakes and Rivers
Snow & Ice
And, as always, a big thank you to my sweetheart Jessica Nuttall for proof reading a countless number of my articles. I couldn't do any of this without you. I love you.
Last summer my family and I tried fishing up in Northern Saskatchewan. We had a great weekend, but we caught nothing. I wasn't too disappointed though, as I have never actually caught a fish. After 25 years of fishing and failing, I have officially given up on the sport.
That is until I was invited to visit Medicine Hat, Alberta and go sturgeon fishing on the South Saskatchewan River. I was hesitant, but I said yes. I really didn't want to spend eight hours out on the water just to come home empty-handed, but I figured to give it one more shot.
My guide for the day, Brent Thorimbert, picked me up at my hotel around 8:30 a.m. and drove us to a valley located just outside of Medicine Hat. We got out on the water about 9 a.m. and arrived at our fishing spot twenty minutes later. Brent explained that sturgeon fish are "bottom feeders" so they swim along the bottom of the riverbed and eat up bugs and small fish. Our fishing lines were weighted for this very reason. The bait should sit on the riverbed and would get sucked up by an unsuspecting sturgeon.
As I stood in the courtyard of Fort Henry, I heard screams emanating from within. Fort Henry was constructed to protect the Kingston Royal Dockyard from the invading American forces during the War of 1812. The threat was so real that the capital of Canada – which was then Kingston – was moved to Quebec to protect it. The docks are all that stood between the United States and the St. Lawrence River and both countries were all too familiar with how easily it would turn the tides of battle.
As the screams from inside Fort Henry faded, I turned to the man beside me. He had come with his family. We got talking, trying to calm our nerves as bloodied clowns and undead mimes began wandering out from inside the fort.
Cemeteries are a place of solace. All people, regardless of wealth, status, religion or creed are equals within a cemetery. It's a place of remembrance, respect and reconciliation. If you visit a cemetery, you are visiting the graves of lost loved ones. These may be children, pioneers, rebels or everyday people. Every grave has a story, and all are longing to be told.
Because of this, cemeteries are a library of knowledge. They hold the lessons of our past, and the wisdom of our future. As the leaves change and the days get shorter, cemeteries attract a much different crowd than that of just historians and family members. With autumn crisp in the air, cemeteries fill with thrill-seekers and paranormal believers. There is a fine line between what is and isn't acceptable within a cemetery and those who dabble into the affairs of the afterlife know this all too well. Few people go into cemeteries looking to disrespect the graves; instead, most are just hoping they can answer their own questions about life after death.
Not all cemeteries are haunted, but each holds their own stories. Keep this in mind while you read this article. If you end up visiting any of these sites, remember to step softly, speak quietly and respect the surrounding graves. You might not be as alone as you think.