What do they know anyway?

Saturday, January 29, 2011

 Qikiqtarjuaq, Nunavut

 

Tomorrow is our last day in Qikiqtarjuaq. Our plan is to try to get to the DEW line to do some final shots out on the land with Jaypootie, Pauloosie and Lavinia, but it doesn’t look promising.

 

The sky is getting cloudier and cloudier and the day is getting greyer and greyer. Horrible shooting weather any way you look at it.

 

I’ve been checking the Environment Canada site for the Sunday forecast since this morning and it’s predicting more of the same.

 

I’ve run into Lavinia when I’ve been out and about in the community today. But each time I expressed my doubts about the weather, she tilted her head up towards the sky, studied the clouds, looked back down at me and said not to worry, it will be fine.

  

“But how do you know?,” I asked.

  

“I know,” she said. “I’ve told you my father taught me to read the clouds. I can tell.”

 

 

“But I checked the Environment Canada site,” I said. “They say it’s going to be horrible weather.”

 

“But what are you listening to them for,” she said. “They don’t know anything about the North.”