Flin Flon For Lunch

I flew in and out of Flin Flon yesterday. Bombed across the lake in a Bombardier and was treated to a lunch of pickerel, wild rice and bannock in the picturesque setting up on the rocks. The tour was part of Travel Manitoba's annual conference. Instead of spending their time in a meeting room, delegates were sent on one of 12 field trips across the province.





Our Bombardier drivers were a couple of character who together have logged more hours on the ice and snow of northern Manitoba than you can imagine. At one point, we were discussing the condition of the ice when our driver said casually, "When they drop through the ice, they actually float for quite a while before going down."

The Klondike may be long gone but people are still staking claims in northern Manitoba. This is what a claim tag looks like. You'll find them littered throughout the north. Apparently there are only about 20 active prospectors in Manitoba.




After lunch our task was to locate staked claims that were located in bluffs across the lake. It involved using snowshoes, compasses and coordinates—lots of math. In the process, one team found some moose poop.