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La Loche

La Loche

Village in Saskatchewan, CanadaWikipedia

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Oct 9, 2026

Kevin ToyeHOST
67:18
More to the north you're gonna have bears.
LandenGUEST
67:20
Like I-- You go like Fort McMurray to La Loche and stuff like that, like in the Boreal Forest, like Sil- Sylvan Lake where from Alberta, northern parts of Alberta, that's where I could see grizzlies coming in.
LandenGUEST
67:38
But-
Kevin ToyeHOST
67:38
Hmm
Dustin BrearsGUEST
10:24
But the geography is massive.
Dustin BrearsGUEST
10:25
And, uh, we had to go do a search and rescue, uh, event, not search for a person, but it was actually a, like a public relations event in La Loche.
Dustin BrearsGUEST
10:34
And, uh, from my house, it was an eight and a half hour drive or so.
Dustin BrearsGUEST
10:39
And we were not even halfway north through the province.
Stephen SeidelNARRATOR
160:03
And as he stretches his weary limbs on the hut floor or the pine bush, he laughs and jests over the misfortunes, fatigues, and fears which but a short hour before were heart-sickening enough.
Stephen SeidelNARRATOR
160:17
It was with feelings such as this that I beheld the lights of Riviera La Loche station on the night of the 22nd of February.
Stephen SeidelNARRATOR
160:25
For through an afternoon of intense cold and blinding drift we had struggled in vain to keep the track across Buffalo Lake.
Stephen SeidelNARRATOR
160:34
The guide had vanished in the drift, and it was only through the exertions of my companion after hours of toil that we were able to regain the track and reach, late on Saturday evening, the warm shelter of the little post.
Stephen SeidelNARRATOR
160:49
A small, clean room, a bright fire, a good supper, an entire 24 hours of sleep and rest in prospect.
Stephen SeidelNARRATOR
160:56
Is it any wonder that with such surroundings the hut of Riviera La Loche seemed a palace? And now each succeeding day carried us further into the great wilderness of the north, over lakes whose dim shores loomed through the driving snow, and the ragged pines tossed wildly in the wind, through march and muskeg and tangled wood and all the long monotony of dreary savagery which lies on that dim ridge, from whose sides the waters roll east to the Bay of Hudson, north to the frozen ocean.
Stephen SeidelNARRATOR
161:30
We reached the Methie Portage and turned northwest through a long region of worthless forest.
Stephen SeidelNARRATOR
161:36
Now and again a wood caribou crossed the track, a marten showed upon a frozen lake, but no other sign of life was visible.

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