It’s another late night, but I want to post some photos, so here I am. Today I got to take a day trip on the Tundra Buggy. The real polar bear season hasn’t started, yet. It’s still fall and snow may be another week or two away. There aren’t a lot of bears here, yet, but the autumn colors are amazing. It’s so funny to see a snowshoe hare or a ptarmigan “hiding” in the willows. They are so bright white that you can spot them right away.
An inuksuk out on the tundra. This particular one probably directed caribou hunters to a good place to wait for animals.
A grave. No one knows how old it is, but First Nation people would bury their dead in higher areas and mark them with boulders.
These poor bears are sitting out there in the crappy rain and wind waiting for the ice to freeze up so they can go out on the bay and eat some seals. We need to cool this planet down for them to get their ice (or at least stop warming it up).
- Bear, bear, bear
- Touring Churchill