This is part of a retrospective on our trip to see polar bears in Canada in 2002. In this episode, we ride a dogsled and never want to leave.
Monday, November 11, 2002
On our third day in Churchill, we woke up and decided to try something new for breakfast, so we walked a whole two blocks to Seaport Inn down the street. The food was better than at the Churchill Motel next door to us, but the service was lousy and it took forever to get served. Most of the restaurants are somehow attached to a motel, and there aren't many, so we had to take what we could get.
After breakfast, we boarded a yellow school bus for a trip to an old rocket launching site, now a repurposed into a scientific study center. At this point, I had finally gotten over my fear that polar bears were lurking around every corner. I was fairly confident that most of them had already hightailed it out of town and were more interested in tasty seals than humans for lunch anyway. The few we saw the day before seemed to be the lollygaggers, mostly young males unaware of global warming, who probably figured that they had all the time in the world.