A few bears are starting to move. We had three bears at Bird Cove today, including one male who kind of waffled between overly curious and duly cautious; pretty neat to watch his learning curve around the vehicle. The first pass he just walked by with a few sideways glances, the second time he came up and investigated the 4×4 and by the end of the day, he just hunkered in the willows and ignored us.
There were a few different bears hunkered down in the little bays along the Hudson Bay coast. Mostly just resting and riding out the day. It kind of looked like one of these might be Dancer but we couldn’t get close enough to confirm – too much kelp. Dancer has now moved on from Great White Bear camp and is likely headed for Ladoon’s dogs. That is about the westernmost extent of his annual travels, trading his time between Ladoon’s and the bay near the Ithaca. We might try and catch up with him tomorrow morning.
There sure are a lot of arctic fox tracks around here this year – granted that could just be one fox because they are supremely neurotic hunter gatherers – but right now, things look like there might be a population rebound. We have even seen a couple lemmings scurrying here and there.
Some familiar bear season sights over the last few days. Between three and six ships light up the night out on the bay; something about driving past them that gives you a pretty neat feeling. Even driving into Churchill at night is pretty impressive, the Port kind of makes the town look a little bigger than it is in real life. Kind of feels like you are reaching a city after a long cross country drive… then, of course, you see the first of Edgar’s rocks and trees and kind of come back to reality.
At the other end of the highway, the tundra vehicle camps and launches light up the horizon. Their spotlights shine on through the night, to the mild chagrin of the camp bears who would prefer a bit of darkness to test out the camps’ door-cracks, corners and hinges.
Polar Bear Alert trucks are a fixture on the roads these days. I think they are up to five trucks or something, they buzz around town, patrolling and waiting for bear calls. Some other familiar sights of bear season include Donnie driving 90 miles an hour, the CNSC bumblebee truck, Ladoon’s latest pickup and Mark’s white Northstar bus trundling down the road, complete with a smile and a wave.
The Ithaca shipwreck still rusts its way through the day, changing with the light and tides. Helicopters circle on their area tours and the Ithaca basks in its 15 minutes of fame, 15 times a day. At low tide, the occasional polar bear checks it out. Miss Piggy, a hulking plane wreckage, watches a constant trail of buses and red foxes.
As for new sites, the Google Streetview truck was out cruising today. I think they might have been out at Camp Nanuq yesterday, either that or someone is a truly erratic and crazed driver judging by the tracks. If it was Google, then chances are my husky, MoonUnit, should show up in half the ‘street views’ of Camp Nanuq. Milo, the wolf-dog, for his part, stays on the front step – no real need to get up unless absolutely necessary.
A collection of over-sized tires makes up Churchill new community garden on the edge of town. Some new crosses and commemorative markers have joined the graveyard. A bit less coastline remains at Merv’s gravel pit and a bit more rock lines the Churchill weir. Aside from that, its business as usual.