It was snowing when we landed in Iqaluit – just lightly, but it was snowing. Our layover was short and were expecting some critical equipment to be dropped off. Stress levels increased as our departure time approached without our equipment arriving. We were waiting for a centrifuge (not sure what we need that for) and the transmitter for the acoustic releases (absolutely critical for our work). At the last minute the equipment arrived, we handed it off to the airline and hopped on the plane.
As I walked through the gate a sticker was put on my boarding pass that said: “First Air regulations provide that no hotels, meals or transportation will be supplied if you are over or under carried from your destination” and we were told that weather in Clyde River looked bad and we were likely headed to Pond Inlet instead. A few hours into the flight we joked that it would be nice to see Pond Inlet, then the pilot came on and told us were would be landing in Clyde River in a few minutes.
It was snowing harder when we arrived, a snow that has arrived about a month earlier than expected. I hope it doesn’t last. The clouds were low, so I couldn’t see much of the surrounding area. The ground is strewn with massive boulders, no doubt dropped off long ago by a retreating glacier. The airport is a small building with a single common room. We stepped inside and watched our luggage be dumped on the ground in the muddy slush in the parking lot. Fortunately, I pack for that sort of thing. As we went outside to collect our gear, a stranger offered us a lift into town and we accepted.
The one hotel in town is closed for renovations, so we are staying at the Inuit Cultural Centre. When I was called to make a reservation I got the impression I was signing on to stay in a barrack style group accommodation with rows of bunk beds – I was totally wrong. I have a spiffy room to myself with a bathroom (I didn’t expect the luxury of my own bathroom). The centre is only a few years old and absolutely lovely. We arrived a 4pm on a Sunday, and I didn’t know there is no food available at the centre and the Northmart, the only store in town, is closed for the day. Fortunately, another guest took pity on us and gave us chicken noodle soup.
The windows in the common room over look the water (a bay I think). A fuel tanker is at anchor replenishing the town’s fuel supply for the winter. Our research vessel isn’t here yet – we hope it will arrive soon. We don’t have permission yet for our work in Scott Inlet. Monday we meet with the local HTA (hunting and trapping association), the group that can authorize our work, hopefully, they grant us their approval and we can set sail for Scott Inlet.
As a tangent: Since I’ve been just waiting around looking out to the bay (the town is out of sight) I’ve spotted a Raven, a Lapland Longspur and an Iceland Gull.