Legendary Cape Churchill

No where else in the world can you take part and witness a magnificent trip involving a train-line of Tundra Buggies and the Tundra Buggy Lodge itself be towed and driven from Polar Bear Point near Churchill out to the legendary Cape Churchill.

Self contained with everything one could possibly need to survive comfortably in these climes and in this barren region, we journeyed 30km on frozen Tundra and navigated across Laperous Bay to the destination of the Cape.

Clear skies and warm sun made navigation effortless and cast a gorgeous light across the vast land. Old tracks of bears long past gave us information as to the animals who had roamed here previous to our arrival. If it wasn't for the sun this flat and endless horizon which branches out in all directions would make one lose their sense of direction. Out to our right is the gateway to the frozen sea that awaits the company of seals and the polar bear. Ice and snow stretched east to west and north to south and the willows disintergrated just like the boreal forest did, no longer existing as we traveled east.

A blue fox (darker version of the Arctic fox) cantered across the boulder ice field in search of rodent delights. His nose was held low to the ground and an ear was slightly cocked listening close for movements within the ground.

The desert sun reached across the tundra plain, vast and endless like the ocean. The light softened these barren lands making every morsel of life an utter delight. Orange lichens blanketing rocks stood out like beacons and other rocks erupted up and out from the strong embrace of the ice.

It is a gamble as we adventure out in the remote sub-arctic, taking ourselves on a tundra trek, every mile gained, another mile further away from the civilisation of Churchill.

Without any drama, no break - downs we arrived in the early evening and the lodge compartments were joined back to together and soon light, heat and dinner followed.

For 5 days we will embrace this northern sector of the Wapusk National Park and indulge in the bears who gather here waiting for the final formation of the ice to take place. By day we will venture out in our buggies in search of polar bears dozing in the kelp beds that fringe the beach ridges and by night we will find sweet relief as we dine together in the comforts of our tundra home, safe from the wind and horrific cold.

And while I am galivanting on the Tundra, Dean is hard at work cleaning, scrubbing, pulling apart, basically doing a complete over-haul of the Tundra Inn kitchen, preparing it for the following summer season. Shiney it now looks and your reflection can easily be admired from many of the gleaming surfaces.