{"id":25683,"date":"2026-05-17T07:58:10","date_gmt":"2026-05-17T14:58:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.ourpangaea.net\/?p=25683"},"modified":"2026-05-17T08:01:43","modified_gmt":"2026-05-17T15:01:43","slug":"where-wild-things-live","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ourpangaea.net\/?p=25683","title":{"rendered":"Where wild things live"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

There can be nothing wilder and more remote than the furthest northern reaches of Canada.  In a place where winter can last eight months and where small communities, usually home to First Nations people, live a harsh, resourceful and simple life.  And mixing in with the endless boreal forests, huge rivers and open plains are a wonderful array of animals such as bears, moose, bison, beavers and wolves.   It is definitely where the wild things live.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The big beautiful black bear was clearly impressed with Tramp because he stared at us for a long time<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Inside Wood Buffalo Park there was a side track which took us to what they called the Salt Plains. It was a great drive where we saw some cool things but salt plains was not one of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Julie and I did a short walk down to the salt plains to see what all the salty fuss was about<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Hmm…we got down to the edge of the salt plains and saw only mud. I took a couple of foolish steps out into it, not my best move, before we gave up on the salt plains<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Back at the car we came across a scene we had heard about – every spring garter snakes gather together in a tight fishing-line tangle to mate. This reptilian orgy is apparently quite unique and we watched them go at it for quite a while<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

We pointed Tramp towards the remote town of Fort Smith, population about 2,000, which sits on the brown and wide Slave River before it reaches Great Slave Lake.  Fort Smith is a modest town, that\u2019s for sure, with neat but unpretentious homes lining the streets, some government buildings, a bank or two, an impressive conference centre, a couple of grocery stores and one petrol station.  Fancy, no.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Stopping instructions in Fort Smith come in four languages<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

We were told by perhaps a jealous resident of the larger town of Hay River that Fort Smith\u2019s claim to fame is that it has a Tim Hortons.  Tim Hortons is chain of coffee shops that has permeated all towns of merit in Canada (it\u2019s outlets outnumber both Starbucks and McDonalds by three to one) and is an absolute institution in the country, for better or worse.  So of course we had to go to our first Tim Hortons when we were in Fort Smith.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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But here’s the funny catch, the Tim Hortons is at the only petrol station in town…and was still the hot spot for all the young folks in the neighbourhood<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Proof that we are trying to assimilate into the Canadian way of life<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Our caffeine fix applied, we headed further upstream through more endless forests to the small settlement of Fort Fitzgerald at the end of the paved road.  Fort Fitzgerald, today with a population of six, played a critical role in the history of this area.  Any goods coming upstream or downstream on the Slave River had to portage a series of rapids between Fort Fitzgerald and Fort Smith, making it a key stopover point for any trade. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The Slave River at Fort Fitzgerald<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Lunch time on the Slave<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Today Fort Fitzgerald has a few modest homes, a small plaque commemorating a peace treaty between the local indigenous tribes and the new European administrators, and great views of the Slave River.  While we were there we saw one pickup driving by but no other signs of life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A shot of half the homes in Fort Fitzgerald. It’s a small place.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

We retraced our steps to Fort Smith and then headed south (actually crossing back into Alberta) into the bowels of huge Wood Buffalo National Park.  This huge park, which was devastated by fires a couple years ago, is the home to thousands of wood bison (as opposed to plains bison which are further south).  And yes, they are officially and technically bison even though everyone, including governments, still call them buffalo.  Whatever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Hmm, the roads through the national park and environs feature more of the same<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

We drove over 200 kilometres (120 miles) along mostly straight road through more of the endless \u2013 and after a while, slightly tedious, boreal forest to reach our destination \u2013 Peace Point.  The road ends at the cliff line formed by the huge Peace River as it slowly flows northward, eventually joining the Slave River and flowing into Great Slave Lake. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The mighty Peace River from Peace Point – we were captivated by the huge logs and chunks of ice that were hung up on the shore<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

We were overwhelmed at this spectacular scene in such a remote and isolated place.  We walked along the cliff edge for a while in total awe of what laid out in front of us.  I just couldn\u2019t stop saying WOW. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Big rivers really work for us and this one was off the charts<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

It was a slam dunk that we would camp here and we parked Tramp just metres away from the edge so we could have maximum impact from the scene.  We set up our chairs and watched huge trees, large chunks of ice and a steady stream of forest debris slowly float past.  I built a fire and we dined like royalty, pinching ourselves for such an experience.  If you\u2019re curious, search on Google Maps for Peace Point in Alberta and you\u2019ll get an idea of it all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Julie just kept saying “back, back” and this is where I ended up<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Sunset on the Peace River – it certainly was peaceful<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

The next morning we reluctantly headed back on basically what was a 200 kilometre (120 mile) return on the same road.  Within a kilometre of our camp we came across a big black bear in the middle of the road, lounging about like he owned the place.  If he had been in the neighbourhood the previous night he apparently hadn\u2019t been interested in the beautiful fillet of Walleye Julie cooked up.  Bad luck for him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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He wasn’t happy when we disturbed him from the sunny spot he had in the road<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

The long drive on the good dirt road through the endless boreal forest was sometimes broken by coming across small groups of bison or a couple more bears.  We certainly had this long stretch completely to ourselves.  In Fort Smith we refuelled and then continued on the long straight roads, pretending that we weren\u2019t tiring of the spruce and aspen forests or saddened by the huge swathes of forests burned to a crisp two years ago.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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This sign really got us going because there weren’t too many intersections way out here<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Well, that was important – we were changing from NWT Highway 6 to Highway 5<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Good thing we got on the right road because the distances out here are HUGE<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

After a long day of making good time we found a quiet and private spot off the road near the Hay River and set up for the night.  The frequent wildlife sightings \u2013 for after all, we are where wild things live \u2013 was the highlight for the day.  And this huge wilderness area makes a magnificent background scene.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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This Tramp stops for bison, which is just as well since we saw a few this day<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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They’re big, they’re handsome and they’re very calm when we stop by to say hello<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

After some overnight rain, the first we\u2019ve had on this trip, we headed towards our next major destination, the town of Yellowknife which is the capital of the Northwest Territories.  But Yellowknife is inconveniently positioned on the north shore of Great Slave Lake and we were on the south shore so that meant more than a day\u2019s driving around the lake. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Luckily we were a little early in the season for the massive swarm of huge mosquitos that are famous in these parts<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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McNallie’s Falls set the tone for the day<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

When you drive through a region with a lot of rivers you tend to have a lot of waterfalls.  And when you drive through a massive bison wildlife sanctuary you tend to get a lot of\u2026bison.  On top of all that we crossed the mighty Mackenzie River, one of the powerhouse waterways in all of Canada and a real treat to see with so much ice on it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The winning waterfall of the day was Lady Evelyn’s Falls, one of the most impressive falls we’ve seen<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Crossing the Mackenzie River by bridge was a real treat – this bridge was built in 2012 and was specially designed to handle the huge ice flows. The Mackenzie River is over 1,700 kilometres long and with all it’s tributaries it is the second largest river system in North America.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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I’m standing on a huge slab of ice that has washed up on shore just under the bridge – imagine the force of nature to get it there<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

This wonderful day of driving was long but fascinating as we visited no fewer than six territorial parks which preserved land or a place, saw a couple of great waterfalls and had multiple encounters with bison. Yes, we had more unrelenting boreal forest, much much more, but we came to value the non-burned green parts of the forest because so much of it was burned. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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After we crossed the river we came to Fort Providence, a First Nation’s town with about 500 people and a handsome wooden church<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The river on this bank was mostly frozen, giving no access yet to the water for the people in the community <\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Julie hanging out at the Northern store, which is in every town. And in the background, all these long dusty roads makes Tramp very thirsty and the high prices make me very sad<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

The last hundred kilometres to Yellowknife highlighted a unique feature of this land \u2013 the melting permafrost under the road means certain sections get soft and the road sinks \u2013 very unevenly – turning the ride into a wild rolly-polly twisty-turny adventure, almost roller coaster-like in parts with two hands on the wheel and a big smile on the face.  Any houses on the side of the road were built on the exposed rounded rocks that rose above ground level.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A common sight – a home built on the rocks near Yellowknife<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

And that\u2019s where we camped for the night \u2013 on a huge rounded granite rock that sat above the soil, Tramp the king of his castle sitting up on the highest point.  What a unique and special place to spend the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Wanting to blend in with the locals, Tramp found a great spot sitting high on a rock for the night<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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