Given the transition here at Nau and all the associated work, it wasn’t exactly an ideal time to disappear for 2 1/2 weeks. But 2 years ago, almost to the day, I was returning from a whitewater trip on The Dumoine River in Quebec when my longtime paddling buddies and I started to talk about the next river we wanted to paddle. Very quickly the conversation coalesced around The Snake River in the northern part of The Yukon. In that moment we planted a seed that we hoped would bear fruit in two years time.
Little did I know it would actually happen. But often that’s the way it is – you hatch an idea and energies conspire to turn it into reality. So, in spite of the immediate business frenzy, and with the support of my colleagues (and wife), a few weeks back I boarded a plane in Portland, flew to Vancouver and from there on to Whitehorse. Upon arrival I met up with Dave, Ian, Peter, Chuck and Jeff. After spending the night in a slightlly disheveled local hotel we drove six hours north to Mayo, an old mining community with a population of 250 people. The following morning we boarded a seaplane with our gear and provisions for 14 days. We flew north for an hour to Duo Lakes where we were dropped off by Denny, our archetypal northern bush pilot. From there we began a fabulous whitewater river trip in a remarkably pristine, remote wilderness setting.
I’ve included a few photos that Peter took to give you a glimpse of the landscape. Over the next few weeks I’ll add some additional posts with stories and photos, including our connection to, and support of, The Big Wild. Stay tuned.