You booked the trip, paid your money (a lot!), scheduled your vacation. You have twelve days to raft the tundra, see the caribou migration and cross the Arctic Circle. Except, the ice is breaking up later than usual and you can’t move. So you sit on a rock, contemplating the rhythm of the river and your own insignificance. Be thankful for the lesson; it’s one that city dwellers never learn.
The Burnside eventually relented and let us complete our journey.