Not all our trails were nicely cleared and marked by snowmobile tracks. No, not this one. This one that lasted for 5 hours!! What can I say? Never before have we been soley dependent on a compass and a chicken-scratch map that Franklin had drawn up before leaving the cabin. It was an adventure in all aspects! We copied the map off a photo that had been taken in spring about 40 years ago. First mistake. Those large rivers were no longer there. Not even a hint of where they might have been was left. We skied on, crashing through the bush. Often taking our skis off, to climb various large rock faces. My continual advice to Franklin was "pretend you're a small animal,"
and his continual response was "pretend you're a large bear." So, it worked out quite well and we did not spend the night in the bush. Though, that would have been pretty cool.









Back in familiar territory!