A gaggle of kids surges and ebbs through the pools and among the rocks, either towing wooden boats or balancing on bikes. They are still playing when I look outside at 3 a.m. to watch the sun reappear. The next morning I stroll through town. From the winds that funneled through the fiord last night, I understand why most of the buildings are cabled to the ground. Like most Nunavut communities, 'Pang' is a mixture of the modern and historic.
Most houses boast at least one shed, typically festooned with an assortment of items.
Caribou skins and sealskin boots hang beside a shank of caribou meat. Snowmobiles and four-wheelers, either in service or various stages of repair, sit nearby. Boats, if not at the beach or on the water, rest awkwardly along the streets. On my walk I pass the main beach. A few boats are being filled with people and supplies for a hunting trip on Cumberland Sound.