Now, with the sun’s last rays reflecting off it, the inukshuk will make a great picture. I have to take off my caribou-skin mitts to get the camera out of my parka’s inside pocket. I’m glad I thought of packing the camera case inside a sock inside a plastic bag, otherwise, the lens would be frosted over by now. We left Jean’s cabin just after 11:00 am for the second leg of our trip, and now it’s after 2:00 pm. The dogs are slowing down. Even P’tit Eric is panting. The sky is beginning to grow dark. There are navy and gray swirls of cloud building their way up from the horizon. In an hour or so, there won’t be any light left at all. This time of year, Nunavik doesn’t get more than five or six hours of daylight. At least I wasn’t up here in December. I’d have lost my mind. “No wonder bears hibernate,” I say out loud. “Not polar bears,” Tom mutters. He must have heard me talking to myself. He’s off the qamutik too, stretching his legs. My fingers are so cold they burn.
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