July 10-14 - Minto Inlet
Large green valleys, wet tussock filled marshlands, and dry hard summits marked this portion of the trip. The hiking is actually quite good – as long as you can stay away from boulder fields, and the marshes.
I travelled north until I could circle past Minto inlet, and then turned west.
As I walked along a lush valley I heard a wolf calling above. Along the sloping edges of the valley I could see a mottled, white wolf calling and pacing back and forth. This lasted for at least 30 minutes, until I was eventually out of sight of the wolf.
I was nervous about finding the barrels that had been left for me in the winter. If a bear had got them, or something meant I couldn’t find them, then I would need to cut rations and turn around.
So it was a relief to easily find the first barrel – and nearby were a mother and baby caribou quietly grazing. They ran the moment they saw me, but my barrel was left in perfect condition.
