Thomsen Wolf

Author: Dave Weir - Date: Saturday, July 23, 2016

Muskoxen, shadowed at a distance. Patience stretches out beyond sight. 

I Saw A Bear

Author: Dave Weir - Date: Monday, January 11, 2016

People ask me if I see polar bears on my trips. I do. Not often, but they are there now and then, creating realities that pop up unexpectedly in my day dreams, somehow, when I most need them. 

Pondering Alex

Author: Dave Weir - Date: Thursday, November 19, 2015

My return to Alexandra Fiord this summer was bitter sweet.  

Where was that waterfall?

Author: Dave Weir - Date: Wednesday, November 19, 2014

The moments before I first lay eyes on a new place are so full of almost nervous anticipation. Lumbering through the air in an old Turbo Otter, tundra and coastline stretch out endlessly in all directions, months of planning are suddenly approaching their culmination. With the first bump when tundra tires touch gravel it’s suddenly all there. Ukkusiksalik in all it’s remote, intimidating and mystical beauty. 

Of Muskoxen And Sovereignty

Author: Dave Weir - Date: Tuesday, November 18, 2014

I never thought I would have to stare down a muskox. But there I was, confronting a rag tag little herd of one bull, three cows and two calves. Whose campsite was this anyway? Cold winchester steel in hand and sunglasses on the end of my nose, I stood my ground. I’ve been charged by muskoxen before and I don’t take their presence lightly. I wanted them to go, but at the same time on this too warm of a high arctic day I didn’t want to see them run overheating across the tundra. In the end, I lost the battle of nerves and the shaggy beasts lay down to snooze barely 50 feet from our makeshift camp kitchen.