On Wednesday, 7/21, I drove from Fort Providence (which was NOT providential) to Fort Simpson, a full tank of gas away. In fact, gas-wise, it was a squeaker.
The route to Ft. Simpson encompasses the Samma Deh waterfalls.
It also requires one to cross the Liard river on the Lafferty, a ferry built in riverless Edmonton.
One of the Lafferty's deckhands was this lass:
When I reached Ft. Simpson, I met and chatted with Bert Tsetso, local cop, retired Mounty.
I asked Bert where to eat and meet people, and he suggested the SubArctic. I enjoyed the evening meeting folks, and got along so well that one of then said, hey, when you get to Fort Liard, look up John Gonet, buy some fuel for his jet boat, and he'll show you the river.
So I did locate John Gonet, and I interviewed him for a couple of hours, and he suggested he knew the place to go. All we had to do was ferry an extra ATV across the river on his jet boat, then off we would go.
So this man
Handed me an ATV (which I'd never ridden in all my ancient years), and said: the throttle's under yer thumb, and the right brake don't work, but the left one does. The tranny's automatic, so have fun! I'll lead the way.
And off we went via 9 miles of mud, roots, gravel slopes, rocks, and muck and 2000 feet of climb to this place:
Where I met this man, who turns out to be an artist to rival early Whistler (when he was doing engineering drawings!)
and saw this view:
I forgot to mention, Ginger sulked back at John's house, while his dog Candy RAN the whole way up, and the whole way down, and managed a 25 mph sprint for the last mile of it. All under gesture command, not a word spoken between John and Candy. Ginger is officially a second-class dog after that performance!
So this morning I was having breakfast with John, when I showed him the picture of the lass on the Lafferty. "Oh," he said, "That's Grayson. She's the ex-girlfriend of my nephew."
Fort Simpson and Fort Liard are several hundred miles apart. But everybody knows everybody, and that's the way it works in the North