Nunaga Ten Years of Eskimo Life

For Gina

Twenty minutes north of the mouth of the River of Strangers, and past the bleak settlement the whiteman calls Churchill, the plane passed over the last few stunted trees, and we entered the Barren Grounds.

I found the romance I travelled thousands of miles for, and I have come through those times and like the Eskimos, my friends, I must look forward to new days, new opportunities, and like them, new responsibilities in Canada's Arctic.