Searching for the holy trail

After extensive duty travel, I returned home eager to head out to the tundra. I was game for anything: skidooing, skiing, fishing, skijoring, or anything to do with snow and being outside. Delia was heading out of town but as usual, I could count on Mike to have the sensibility to pack up and head out for a day in severely cold February weather.

Mike had been obsessing about a potential over-land trail to a fish camp at Kingnait Fiord. My hunch was not it was not going to go due to what was most likely going to be steep and rocky terrain. But it seemed like a harmlessly senseless objective that fit the bill perfectly.

Playing devil's advocate, I asked him why people weren't goint that way if there was a way through it. "Because they don't". Nuff said. In Pang, people have set routines when it comes to land travel and fishing. They don't need to entertain any alternative ideas; they don't think outside the box and they have little desire to do so except maybe when caribou is really scarce.

The other reason could be that the trail was impassable and everybody knew it.

Everything went smoothly up to about 25 km from town. From there, a steep gorge and a rocky mountainside were looming in front of us and all we could see was difficult terrain ahead of us. While note impossible to continue, there was really no point.

As we turned around, still pleased with our trip so far with all that great weather and some decent photographic opportunities, a rabbit jumped up. It became dinner very quickly.

A little later, another one jumped up. Bang. In this photo you can see the second rabbit hiding. They are not very good at hiding.

On the way back we found an excellent snowdrift to play on. It was the first time ever I have seen anybody do jumps on a Skandic 550 with two rabbits hanging off the back rack.

We headed home at dusk.