Well, as far as audience participation goes, that was a fizzer!!
Absolutely correct J
ohnM - you win 6 months in Chibougamau during winter.
Yes, as geologists, we are looking for minerals in the rock. In Australia, you just sample the surface rock or drill a hole. In Canada, the bedrock is concealed with 1-10+m of glacial till.
So, look at the vegetation whose roots will sample both the till and, maybe, the bedrock. Sampling the till itself works because if there is mineralisation there, it must have come from some-where 'up-ice'. You can trace geochemical anomalies up the till train until the anomaly disappears ... therefore the source is back a bit, below you.
But that means taking big samples (because of the heterogeneity of the till) = expensive.
So, my job in Chibougamau was to trial geo-botanical sampling. We had several zones which we knew were gold bearing, so we did lines over the zones, sampling the vegetation.
Different species (birch, spruce, pine, shrubs...), different parts (old bark; new bark; leaves; twigs etc) ... sample, bag, send to lab where they were ashed and analyses for chemical signature.
Result? Only some vague correlations. Most of the organics were sourced from the till, not the bedrock
. No gold mine discovery for me.
I spent a year in Chibougamau, and, frankly couldn't wait to leave. The general population was overtly unfriendly to 'Anglos'.
At that time, one of the periodic Quebec-rest-of-Canada reconciliation efforts had collapsed, with hostile input from the eastern Canadian provinces. Quebec always maintains itself as separate from Canada - identity, culture, language. The rest of Canada spent huge amounts on effective bribes to keep them sweet, but basically Quebec was never happy. So finally eastern Canada rebelled and said (effectively) "stuff you, we aren't going to bribe you any more - if you want to leave, then leave". The majority in Quebec don't want to leave, so that left a very resentful and bitter (large) minority. The northern part, where I was , was a very strong 'separatist' community. They can't tell my accent was Australian (and therefore a visitor) - they just heard English and treated me like a Angle Canadian - to be treated with absolute contempt.
I learned some valuable lessons that year - how it was to be a minority; to be isolated in the community by language and prejudice etc etc. The upside is that the students didn't have the same hang-up, and basically adopted me (they loved practicing their English) , so that was my social base. Had a great time with them; my squash game improved out of sight, as they were mostly about 10 years younger than me (30 vs <20) :shock: .
Another downside of Quebec was the cuisine. That's something the French did NOT leave behind. Witness the classic dishes:
Poutine. The nations (AKA provincial) 'fast food'. A polystyrene clamshell with French fries, covered in melted cheese and gravy. About a billion calories per serve.
Tortiere. Originally something like a family size meat pastie, or even a meat pie. Now a fat and gristle laden monstrosity, like one of the cheap frozen pasties you might buy at a supermarket.
Tarte d'sucre. "Sugar pie" originally a pastry case with maple syrup in the body, served with cream and berries. Now lots of fat laden pastry, with artificial maple syrup in the middle.
About the time I was there the Quebec legislature introduced Bill 101, which effectively banned the use and display of the English language in public, except for a few designated Anglo suburbs in Montreal, and even then, when you could have bilingual signs, the French had to be 'larger and more prominent'. A "for Sale" sign in other areas was illegal. A large department store chain was "Simpson's". Another, still around, was "The Hudson's Bay Company" They are people's names, therefore not 'English'
per se. But they had to change. Can you tell why?
Its all in the apostrophe. That's an English construct. So they had to change the name of the store to eliminate the apostrophe - all the signs, branding, merchandise etc. Simpsons, not Simpson's
English language newspapers became like cigarettes in Australia today - under-the-counter. This in bi-lingual Canada. If you use a provincial government service in Alberta or Saskatchewan, notwithstanding French speakers are a TINY minority, you must be able to have service in French, if you wish. But in Quebec, with a large English minority, (not to mention the overwhelming national language) no service in English at provincial government offices.
There was a mine run by my company in the town (I was involved in a separate, exploration office). There was a strike and industrial campaign by the miners and their union. It went on for a month or so. One of the union tactics was to drive to the house of any of the managers during a work day, and park outside. Whenever the wives went out in their car, they would be followed. Anywhere they went, they would be followed. If kids were dropped off at school, the follower would remain outside the school. ... and so on. Charming people.
So, when I eventually left Chibougamau, I drove out of town and didn't look in the rear vision mirror. It was an interesting experience, rather unique for an Aussie, but the people (with some very honourable exceptions) were horrible.
"My country is not my country - its winter" - and they can keep it.
I bet you weren't expecting that end to the Trip Report
Sorry, but the culture was part of the 'trip'.