After sitting out for a good chunk of the day… and good thing we got the tarp up because the thunderstorms did indeed boom and flash and pour, the wind died and the sky cleared enough to paddle to Tulita.

We passed the Smoking Hills where coals seams have been burning for eons. We were also treated to a rainbow and buttery evening light that went on for the whole paddle. It’s like the weather was trying to kiss and make up. Now we’re trying to sleep with the sounds of trucks driving all around us and me trying to keep a rather tame fox from digging a hole through our canoe cover. Oh the trials and tribulations. Tomorrow we will visit Tulita and get a few supplies at the Northern store before starting to paddle towards Norman Wells. Winds are supposed to be up again in the morning but then going to light.