Back to work again. Two portages this day, and the following days would bring more. Moved about seven kilometers before we set camp on a hill we named “Bear Hill”. It was a high and sandy hill next to the river where we imagined the bear would sit and gaze at his surroundings. Camping on main land meant putting more effort into getting ready for bed. A further distance between tent and where we prepared food, and raising the food bags out of reach for Mr Bear.
Earlier on the evening we spent some time anchoring up the canoe in the middle of a small rapid a bit down the river. Finally I had great success with the fly rod. The grayling were landed in numbers into the canoe! Managed to land and kill a good sized grayling, but celebrating excessively I lost it in the rapid, and it disappeared in the water. Pretty stupid.
The local squirrels had a ball teasing the dogs, and we had snowdrift river in our minds falling asleep. How many more days would it take us to get to this iconic river?
PS: Finally the blueberry season kicked in! This meant a great addition to our pretty boring water and oat meals.
Bernt: Grayling 0,5
Håvard: Grayling 9 x 0,5
every grayling just gets an average of 0,5…
Total: 82 kg