Dear Thelma, the Fletcher Maker!
We have just spent a second night on a lonely rocky island, one of millions in this stretch of shield country. Both behind and ahead of us is an almost endless maze of rocky islands, stunted spruce, swamps and open lake. We started in Rae, at the very northern tip of the North Arm of Great Slave Lake. We are paddling home. To Yellowknife.
Although this is a very leisurely trip along a very protected 140 km of coastline, there are two sections of this trip which will demand all of our attention. They are Trout Rock and Yellowknife Bay, each section 10 km long with little protection from the waves of one of the largest lakes in North America.
After spending 20 hours tent-
After a leisurely breakfast, we two families and a dog loaded up three canoes and struck off. Last in the water was the Fletcher. The cargo in this canoe was particularly delicate: two young children ages three and one.
We chose to stay close together, and were at first a little nervous in the post-
We soon all relaxed, let our hips sway with the waves, returned to counting eagle nests, and let the Fletcher do the work.
Great Slave Lake, Northwest Territories