We touch ground, and as soon as the door opened a man with dark hair and sunglasses stands in front of me, carrying a rifle. I immediately ask what the rifle is for, and he looks at me through his dark shades and says "Bears."
I scan the horizon in front of me, eyes darting back and forth, where are the bears? At the beginning of our Torngat Park adventure, it really seemed strange to have people with scoped rifles all around me. (Though not at all unfamiliar, having been in the army myself.)
But, by the end of this story I understood why, as we humans traverse this incredible space that bears call home.