Because the Moose River runs into the James Bay, Hudson's Bay, we had to pull the canoe up further than normal - to avoid the tide. If the boat had been swept out, it could have been weeks until someone would have found us. (Photo by Tom Marshall)
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Day becomes night
Because the Moose River runs into the James Bay, Hudson's Bay, we had to pull the canoe up further than normal - to avoid the tide. If the boat had been swept out, it could have been weeks until someone would have found us. (Photo by Tom Marshall)
Pooched
A few cold nights, and hours on the water had us all tired out. Sacha took up her post outside the tent to secure the area. Good girl. (Photo by Tom Marshall)
Preparations
Preparing for the Moose. On the Moose, we ended up with some nights going as low as -10c. Cool nights made good gear key to our survival. In mid-trip, we were 300 miles from any other humans - now that is isolation. (Photo by Janey Marshall)
JMLE
Josh, braving the winter winds. We decided to climb this mountain on a whim. What we thought would be a simple one hour climb turned out to be a tough three hour one. Josh, like a trooper though, and only in jeans, made it to the top for this photo. (Photo by Tom Marshall)
Ice flows
Ian and I took our cameras out to the park to photgraph these amazing water falls. What had been, earlier that year, a raging water fall, was now a silent sheet of ice. Only the wind in the background let us know that time too, had not been frozen (Photo by Tom Marshall)
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