|View from the Airstrip in Alert.|
|The Aircraft on the Thule Greenland Airstrip.|
We spent an evening before the last leg of our journey to Alert.
|Setting up the ice fishing hut.|
The fish was Arctic Salmon
|We had a radio station that helped fill our hours with music.|
We came across a large pile of stones that was man made. Nestled in amongst the pile of rocks was a covered tin can. When we opened the container, we found scraps of paper with notes, written by those who had passed by the spot before us. The comments were just small statements, giving the names and dates and small editorials. Some logs talked of the weather and the sentiments of the writer.
|During the summer days hiking was the main activity|
when we were off duty.
Charlie, who was Inuit, walked around the stones, studying the form and the methods of construction. I asked him what he was doing. His response was that he was trying to feel the spirit of the original builders of the cairn. I saw that he was treating the site with reverence. The pile of stones seemed very important to him. When we stopped to eat our sandwich, he explained what these markers meant to his people.
|Charlie was one of the heavy equipment operator.|
|One of my favorite colours--the copper celedon.|
This Inukshuk is available from my shop.
|Distance was difficult to gauge. |
We walked for hours but the sun did not go down.
|These stones were pushed into the tombstone position|
by the permafrost.
|This Inukshuk is available from my shop.|
|Home Sweet Home|
|The Inuksuk Book by Mary Wallace|
It was years later, one of my friends, who knew of my interest in the subject, gave me a copy of “The Inuksuk Book,” written by Mary Wallace, Maple Tree Press, ISBN1-895688-91-4. I highly recommend this writing to anyone who is interested in the North and the culture of the people who live there. This book has many good photographs from the past along with beautiful graphics. After reading the book you will understand that the inuksuk is not just a pile of rocks.