Chibougamau

Peter is 10 years old. It was his first time at the camp.


In the first week of July I went up to Chibougamau, a town in northern Quebec – a 16 hours drive from Toronto and a town seemingly closer to the Hudson Bay than my preferred sort of civilization. I helped my family and their church group to run an annual week-long kids camp for the Cree First Nations kids who live on Ouje-bougamau, a reserve ajacent to the town. Unforgettably cute, unforgettably tragic stories. I have a hard time even a month later trying to process how I felt about the 10 days up there, so maybe the stories will have to wait for later.

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