I woke up on Sunday morning to find that it was snowing. Also, the car wouldn't start. So long, summer.
Once I jump started the truck, I decided that instead of just letting it run for a while, I should go out for a drive by myself out on the land. I drove out towards Long Point, stopping at various points along the way to take in the scenery and take photos like a tourist.
It's more than enjoying the wilderness; I genuinely enjoy being alone and having a space all to myself. Maybe it has to do with the fact that until I was eight years old, I grew up in Highland, New York, a small hamlet of some 5000 people. My parents bought this house that was kind of in the middle of nowhere. It had been a model home for a new neighbourhood, but the developer had gone broke and stopped building houses. So we had no neighbours, just sprawling fields and hills all around me. I spent hours playing with myself, inventing imaginary friends and fantastic stories, and suited me fine.
Anyway, it surprised me how well we've adjusted to the small town of Cambridge Bay, and how quickly we've fallen in love with the surrounding land. I love the fact that the ocean is just a few steps away, and if we want to go hiking in the wilderness or kayaking in the water, it's only a matter of walking to the end of our street. And whenever you want to get away from everything and everyone - not that there are that many folks here in Cambridge Bay! - it's so easy, here in Nunavut, to be alone. Especially on this island, with a population density that allows a hundred square kilometres per person.