Every morning when I walk into security at the prison to trade in my drivers licence for a security clearance tag I walk by an Inukshuk,right at the front doors.
In Nunavut an Inukshuk can be a single rock standing upright on a hill side to signify a good fishing spot or the spot ookpik was buried after getting half eaten by a polar bear.
After a few years you can pick them all out,first few years they just looked like rocks to me,once pointed out,hmmmm,there all over the place,some lead the way home,some tell where shelter is.
My best friend who died a few years ago from cancer was a mountain surveyor and built a lot of inukshuks on the tops of mountains every chance he had.
They were his personal guides in case he ever went back,plus he was like me and was happiest in the mountains or flying around in a chopper to places not many see.