The tundra was squishy, small plants scattered here and there, moss and fungi clinging to rocks, skinny short trees here and there with branches on one side due to strong northern winds. It was morning in Churchill and I was climbing into a passenger van with my guide, Gerald, and three other guests from the Lazy Bear Lodge.
There is something almost magical about Québec City. Maybe it's the European feel of the old city that makes me feel as though I'm overseas instead of in Canada. Or perhaps it's the charm of the French guys and the friendliness of the people who call Québec City home. Or maybe it's both of those things.