10th November 2013
The journey to the polar bear’s icy habitat is a long one from England, and always an adventure. On this occasion it became eventful before I’d even left civilisation, as my bag went astray in Montreal and I made an unplanned detour to Ottawa. Yet, four flights later, I reached Winnipeg, Manitoba, without any winter clothes but with minutes to spare to cross town for the evening’s musical entertainment.
We’re still on the prairies, but it’s a promising sign that there’s now some snow on the ground, and in tribute to my first trip to Churchill three years ago, I’m drinking wine and listening to Edward Sharpe. In a few hours, the remaining 22 members of the GBF group will board the train at Canora, and many more tales will be told. It’s almost as much about the adventure of the journey than the destination, but I’m still finding it difficult to contain my excitement about encountering polar bears again.
I met some Brits at the train station in Winnipeg who had just returned from Churchill. They confirmed other reports that bear activity in Churchill was high this year, and that Artic Foxes were also in abundance. I also caught up with an Albertan couple here, who like me, make the pilgrimage to Hudson Bay annually. Tom shares my enthusiasm for photography and I always enjoy viewing his amazing wildlife pictures and trading technical tips.