It’s hard to predict the weather when you’re travelling to Canada’s northern reaches and I couldn’t help feeling a little apprehensive when the plane touched down in Nunavik, Que., in near-whiteout conditions. I had long dreamt of visiting this remote and remarkable place hoping to go dogsledding and snowmobiling across the tundra, see muskox in the snow and view the northern lights under the auroral oval — all of which would be nearly impossible to do in poor weather. I consoled myself with the thought that I had six days for the weather to change.
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