I have been here for five days now but I would like to recapture the first few days for readers of this blog.
I left Toronto Thursday 24 June for Montreal at noon. In MOntreal, I met up with Luke Neima and we visited old friends. It was St. Jean Baptiste day and it was a big celebration for everyone. I had to be at the airport at 6:30 am so I did not sleep much. I chatted with a few people in the lounge, and beside me on the plane, coincidentally, was the First Air representative responsible for the free ticket. We arrived at 12:30pm and I put on my jacket. I was not able to contact anyone from the cathedral so I went job hunting for the afternoon. At times this was awkward because of the big knapsack, smaller school bag, and violin. A few people joked that I was carrying my house with me. I picked this up and told other people the same joke. Eventually I walked to Sylvia Grinnel Territorial Park, about 35 minutes away. It was very dusty, especially when trucks drove by. At one point I passed a bunch of huskies chained apart from each other (sometimes you can hear them at night - maybe when they are being fed). At another point I passed an old weather station being converted into a house, according to a news story I read on the plane. When I arrived at the park an official asked if I was the guy asking about fire arms, I said I didn't have a gun. Later, I thought he may have confused my violin case for something else. I was pretty tired but I walked further into the park. The tundra was very soft to walk on, at other times it was very rocky. I had blisters by this point. I found a good spot, a spot which I hoped was the same which the park official had recommended unofficially, and set up camp. As I lay down, the rains descended.
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