Let’s just say that travel to the coolest fishing places on earth can cause a headache or two at times. Me and my new friends, all on our way to Inukshuk Lodge, were officially stranded overnight in Kuujjuaq, Quebec because the weather wasn’t safe to fly our Twin Otter charter to the lodges landing strip. We sat at the airport waiting for 5 hours before the official cancelation was declared.
As if not being able to fly wasn’t enough. We were given access to a van to haul our stuff into town to a place to sleep. The van had its keys locked in simply sitting on the dash where we could see them. Torture! It took us a good half hour to finagle our way in. Sometimes you need to kick back and laugh and that’s what we did.
A room at the one hotel here in Kuujjuaq runs nearly $250. The helpful Kuujjuac airport manager most generously organized us to borrow a friend’s house for the night for absolutely nothing. It wasn’t much of a house but it was more than perfect and goes to show there are still a lot of wonderful people out here in the world.
Once settled in the house we drove to the one and only restaurant which happened to be at the hotel. It’s called the Auberge Kuujjuaq Inn. The food was excellent and attached was a closed bar that I strolled through. There were many old black and white photos and a few stuffed animals and skulls. This walrus skull stood out to me. I would love to see one while fishing this week.
After dinner we drove around Kuujjuaq. The tundra town doesn’t look like much but its full of happy folks made up mostly of Inuit people. They are friendly but curious as we cruised through their streets.
Our plans changed today thanks to Mother Nature. Sometimes you must simply shake it off and embrace it. Yea, we lost a day of fishing, but I am likely one of very few Idahoans to spend a night enjoying the sights of Kuujjuaq, Quebec.
We’re presently scheduled to return to the airport at 8AM sharp with high hopes that the weather will be good enough to fly. Right now, at 9:30 PM, things look good. The clouds are gone and the northern sun is finally threatening to set. But I think I remember a night like this last Tuesday on the Nunya. . . . .