Eleven days. Ivvavik Nation Park in the Yukon. Ten thousand square km of wilderness north of the Arctic Circle. No roads, no inhabitants. A unique river that escaped the glaciers that scoured and scraped across Canada over the past two million years. Just us. Three rafts carrying people who love being the only humans in a place that has remained virtually unchanged since our species first appeared on the continent.
It begins with a bush plane that drops us off in a pleasant meadow. It ends on a lonely spit of land by the Beaufort Sea.
I’ve rafted the Firth three times with Nahanni River Adventures. I’d like to do it again before I die. It’s that magical.
I’ll have several posts about the river, using photos from two of my trips (my computer ate everything from my second journey). Below is a sampling.