NOTEBOOK: Sept. 2017

 

There's no doubt that the Arctic region conjures up images of icebergs, whiplashing blizzards, and roaming polars bears that disappear into a seemingly endless landscape covered by thick layers of ice and snow...but, there are indeed four seasons here also. 

​

I knew that the melt would come eventually and awaited its arrival - dare I say, impatiently! I was overwhelmingly eager to see what lay beneath that unforgiving white blanket of snow that thrust me into my newly-adopted northern reality. I began to count months, then weeks, and eventually days until the land would begin to reveal itself...a moment that I now know, that no matter how challenging at times, is most certainly was worth waiting for!

My excitement grew more intense with the slightest crack in the ice and the gentle sound of trickling water as it began to weave its way through the rounded rocks and stones of the tundra. I gawked at the rolling hills and Nunavut's endless horizon...but I also got down on the ground (taking it all in at times with my head resting on a soft cushion of lichens and moss), to explore this magical landscape - much of which thrives no taller than the height of a pencil.