To fall through while moving over the river ice would see
my immediate future revolving around what's directly on top
of my sled. In an emergency I want shelter, heat and food.
My tent and sleeping bag system, a Wiggy's
Antarctica zipped into an oversized lighter Ultima Thule,
is all zipped into my bivi bag. A valuable addition is my
100% polyester sleeping bag liner.
These are all new smells for youngsters Kimik, Larvik, Denali
and Hummer. They're learning not to fuss and to keep moving.
Then this afternoon, all of a sudden the lone track converged
into one flattened area of converging tracks. This was a wolf
pack kill site. A moose will outrun any wolf so a pack splits.
One team will manoeuvre the prey into the other team's striking
distance as they lay in ambush. That's what it looked like
here. The same fate happens to ailing caribou a little way
north on the tundra.
passed two more kill sights later on in the day. All that
remained were bone splinters and frozen red current beads
of blood. Bones in crap and urine marker posts littered the
Up here in the summer a warning sign for a
grizzly, black bear or a wolf kill is to spot the migratory
bald eagles circling overhead. For now we learn from what
we see. Piper couldn't take his eyes off the shoreline for
about 20 minutes this afternoon. We kept moving.
a new moon tonight. On the Arctic Ocean this change in tides
brings unnerving bashes and booms when I try to sleep. The
Mackenzie has been pretty quiet but every now and then it
rockets off a cracking boom as it reminds me the river ice
is always in a state of flux. We're travelling and sleeping
on nothing more than a frozen crust separating the dogs and
me from a forever flowing river. It's a learning process for
the youngsters and they're doing well.