In the fall of 2014 a colleague and I got sent to Nunavik (northern tip of Quebec) to so some bathymetric work for a mine. Our flight was delayed due to weather and we had to spend a night in a large Inuit community (a small community by southern standards). We quickly realized we weren't in Kansas anymore when we asked where we could get some food. The only place to get food was the co-op, and they had closed hours ago. Thankfully we struck up a conversation with a police officer who scrounged some food for us.
It was a cool experience. Canada is such a big place with so much diversity that it's easy to forget about the First Nations people beside you, let alone those in the North.
The photo is of a small periodic fishing village on one of the larger lakes by the mine. Inuit would catch arctic char here and likely smoke it for the winter time.
