Fort Chipewyan

From north and west several of the leading agents of the fur company had assembled at Carlton to await the coming of the packet bearing news from the outer world.

From Port Simpson on the far Mackenzie, from Fort Chipewyan on the lonely Lake Athabasca, from Edmonton on the Upper Saskatchewan, from Isle a la Crosse, dogs had drawn the masters of these remote establishments to the central station on the Middle Saskatchewan.

But they waited in vain for the arrival of the packet.

With singular punctuality had their various trains arrived within a few days of each other from starting-points two thousand miles apart.

The morning of the twenty-first February found us again in motion.

We now numbered some five sleds.

The officer in charge of the Athabasca district, the next to the north, was still to be my fellow-traveler for nearly four hundred miles to his post of Fort Chipewyan.

All dogs save mine were fresh ones; but Serf Vola showed not one sign of fatigue, and Spanker was still strong and hearty.

From north and west several of the leading agents of the fur company had assembled at Carlton to await the coming of the packet bearing news from the outer world.

From Port Simpson on the far Mackenzie, from Fort Chipewyan on the lonely Lake Athabasca, from Edmonton on the Upper Saskatchewan, from Isle a la Crosse, dogs had drawn the masters of these remote establishments to the central station on the Middle Saskatchewan.

But they waited in vain for the arrival of the packet.

With singular punctuality had their various trains arrived within a few days of each other from starting-points two thousand miles apart.

The morning of the 21st February found us again in motion.

We now numbered some five sleds.

The officer in charge of the Athabasca District, the next to the north, was still to be my fellow traveler for nearly 400 miles to his post of Fort Chipewyan.

All dogs save mine were fresh ones, but Serf Vola showed not one sign of fatigue, and Spanker was still strong and hearty.

Okay.

I came up with that idea because I have a good friend, Paul, who used to live in Fort Chip, and he bikes with me quite a bit.

And one winter, we went up to Fort Chip, and his daughter drove us and dropped us off, and we biked from Fort Chip back to the beginning of the Alberta Winter Road, it's called.

Okay.

So it's basically an ice road.

And so I found a shack there that I slept in.

That was no problem.

And then my next stop was Fort Chippewan.