A Community Snapshot A fisherman inspects a fresh catch of Baffin Island turbot near his temporary home in the middle of frozen Cumberland Sound. Four-wheelers and pickups crowd the road around the airport. The terminal teems with people, most observing the arrival or departure of friends and family.
Children are more than eager to help visitors with their luggage.
Bags in hand, I head off through town toward the campground. After supper, I realize the sun is still high in the sky. Sunset won't come until 10 p.m., only to rise some five hours later. In late evening, the landscape is painted in a soft light, highlighting some of its features. Mount Duval, an impressive hump of rock stretching a kilometre up the fiord, corrals the town at its west end.