Way too much stuff.
Happy to find a group to share the (prohibitive) fly-in costs.
Brimfull - this is it - no more.
A small miracle that the spray cover is in place.
Shortly after leaving Horton Lake. Not much more than a small stream.
Once again: trying something new. What a pain to set this outfit up.
It somewhat worked out. But black netting is to be prefered.
Erosion at work.
(Green) spigot lost the day before and found way down the river by accident when bumping onto shore for a stop.
Trying something new. A camp bed: awfully cumbersome. Far from a good idea. One trip only.
Hewlett Packard ipaq connected to Iridium 9505.
Beginning of the canyon section.
Bear diggings for Arctic ground squirrels.
All sorts of chemicals leaching into the river.
Molting but fast.
The famous Smoking Hills of the Horton.
Approaching Horton River mouth
Former Horton River bed.
That creek is carrying cristal clear water from a backwater source.
Horton River mouth to Paulatuk.
Beyond the river on Franklin Bay.
No fresh water to be obtained along the shores of Franklin Bay.
Having difficulties to launch a collapsible canoe. You can't just drag it into the water as you would with a hard shell canoe.
Shortly after capsizing in that miniature surf.
Mother bear with 3 cubs in the distance.
Drying stuff after capsize.
Trying something else - waiting for the tide to rise.
Portage time across Parry Peninsula.
Proper fire wood way up north.
On Tasseriuk Lake.
The final (long) portage...
...with way too much stuff.
Abraham Anghik Ruben's camp - digging for whalebone.
Last camp before Paulatuk.
The advantage of a collapsible canoe. Everything ready to go.
Headed for Inuvik.
Autumn colors on steroids.
The motivation to return for the Anderson River - late in the season.