PART ONE – The days before
Getting there and gearing up…
On the 5th of July our adventure started. We flew from Gardermoen, Norway in the evening and landed at Frankfurt late at night. We then had to spend the night there before crossing the Atlantic with Lufthansa the next morning.
The dogs were taken care of by Lufthansa and placed in a kennel for the night, so we found a hotel on the airport for our self. Knowing that we would spend enough nights in a small tent, we decided to treat our self with a night at the Sheridan Hotel close to our next morning gate. Room service and king size beds were enjoyed, and we rested assured that the dogs also were in the best of hands at the kennel.
The next day we got on the intercontinental flight that would take us over the ocean and closer to our biggest wildlife experience yet. A night was spent in Calgary, at a crummy hotel in the middle of nowhere. The following day, dogs and men boarded West Jet’s plane and headed for Edmonton, where we would spend a couple of hours before our final flight to Yellowknife – The capital of Northwest Territories.
Few hours later we entered the hotel shuttle taxi to the Yellowknife Inn, where we would stay for two nights before heading for the tundra. The shuttle driver was a nice and friendly man in his early fifties, that would become our driver of choice in Yellowknife. Not knowing the common thing to do, we tipped the driver well,even though the service originally were free. It might be why he liked us so much, but in regard to all the other people we came across in the northern capital, he was as truly friendly, open and helpful as the others. The city of Yellowknife is ugly, but the people nicer than anywhere you might put your feet.
We spent one and a half day gearing up, and getting ready for the chartered float plane that would bring us the 600 km from Yellowknife to Sled Lake on the tundra. After spending a $ 1000 in the local sports shop and hundreds of hundreds of Canadian dollars in Walmart, Canadian Tire, hardware stores and pet stores, we where ready to go.
Everything had run smoothly from our departure in Oslo and all the way to Yellowknife. We were happy and exited – though terribly out of tune with the local time. Though on the last night in Yellowknife we were so beat, that we finally were able to sleep when the night came. No more late night TV or king sized beds for the next six weeks…