To The Barren Lands, The Land Of Ice

It was only minus 12 Celsius and daylight was gaining about 8 minutes a day on our long winter nights. The weather forecast was good, with clear skies, warmer than seasonal temps for March 21 and no big winds or storm fronts. We were heading for the barren lands and a “white out” could paralyze arctic travel.

The astronomy report was not so kind. While Jupiter was to be clearly visible off of Orion’s left shoulder for the next few days, the northern lights would not be as good as could be, according to sun storm forecasts; the barren lands are known for incredible aurora, but maybe not this time.

The Storm

After 17 years of outfitting in the central barren lands north of Yellowknife, one can be tempted to think you've seen it all. Nothing like a freak blizzard at the end of August to bring one back to reality.

Not just the reality of Mother Nature being in charge, but a sweet reminder of why we hunt, why we pit our skills against the odds. A blessed reminder of our vulnerable Human condition and the deep camaraderie that seems to grow faster as the degree of difficulty increases in the arctic wilderness.