The Year That Was

Considering everything that has dominated the headlines around the world this year, one might best describe 2018 as a glorious dumpster fire fueled by the antics of an orange bloviating toddler and those who would emulate his example (or at least be emboldened by it). And yet, despite all of the awful things we’ve read…

In The Middle Of A Big Land

As mentioned in my previous post, Nic and I arrived in Iqaluit on Monday to take part in a two-day workshop on community-based monitoring programs. The goal of the workshop was to discuss the various and proposed programs in remote communities across the Circumpolar North so that we could share ideas, build networks, and identify where…

Like A Rock

I’ve spent the last almost-week in Rigolet, Nunatsiavut working with students and colleagues on several different community-led research projects. The fact that we just so happen to be in Rigolet during the annual Salmon Festival is purely coincidental and has nothing to do with anything. 😉

There And Back Again

The adventure continues! I arrived in Halifax last night after spending most of the day in the Maple Leaf Lounge at Pearson (having had my departure time moved from 7:55 am to 4:30 pm). Honestly, it wasn’t all that bad, and I now have another shiny AirCanada cheque to compensate me for my troubles. Of…

Stillness

On Tuesday evening I returned home after my most recent adventure to Rigolet and Happy Valley-Goose Bay. You may recall that I was supposed to have travelled to Rigolet in February but Old Man Winter had other plans that included blizzards, snow, more snow, freezing temperatures, delayed flights, more snow, cancelled flights, rebooked flights, more snow, cancelled…

The Adventure Continues: Take II

Remember that time in February when I was supposed to board a shiny metal lawn dart on my way through Halifax and Happy Valley-Goose Bay to Rigolet? And remember how Old Man Winter decided to crush my travel plans because he’s an old cranky bastard? Well here’s hoping that Old Man Winter doesn’t decide to crush…

Rigolet Bound

The winter reading break is fast approaching and I can honestly say that I can’t wait.

To Rigolet, And Beyond

After three flights, and a crashed wedding party, Oliver and I have arrived in Rigolet, Nunatsiavut.