ELK - THELON RIVER CANOE TRIP
August 2001
Alex Hall passed away in March 2019. This webpage is posted in his memory. The Elk-Thelon was the first of five trips I took with Alex.
When I returned from canoe trips I put my trip journal, notes and comments, pictures and other documents related to the trip in a scrapbook. The following is from the scrapbook for this trip. Unfortunately, the pictures are from scanned prints. The background/overview and the journal entries were written by me in 2001. I had experience canoeing Quetico Provincial Park/Boundary Waters Canoe Wilderness Area but this was my first experience on a wilderness river trip. The rookie river paddler showed in some of the journal entries!
BACKGROUND/OVERVIEW
Since the early 1990’s, I had seen a small ad in the Boundary Waters Journal for arctic canoe trips. In the fall of 2000, I contacted Canoe Arctic about their trips. I was looking for a 2002 trip, but they had openings for three trips in 2001. One trip filled and I was not interested in a trip in late August because of the large number of layover days. I later found out that the reason is because of the potential for bad weather. [I did this trip in 2013 and it was great.] When a tentative reservation cancelled for the Elk River-Thelon River trip, I signed up.
I knew nothing about Alex Hall except from my conversations with him and a reference he gave me. The reference was Bill Wood who was going on this trip and had been on a previous trip with Alex. I later learned that Alex is a legend in this area. He has been guiding sub-arctic trips for over 25 years and regards this as his personal territory. He knows it like the back of his hand and has been referenced in several books. He is currently writing a book about his experiences in the barren lands. [Discovering Eden, A Lifetime of Paddling Arctic Rivers, 2003]
Expectations Alex gave his ‘sermon’ as he called it when we arrived at our campsite on August 4th. The number one priority was safety; safety of the people, safety of the equipment and safety of the food. As he so correctly put it, if you don’t have safety of the last two, you do not have safety of the first. To this end, everything had its place. He positioned the packs in each canoe to balance it taking into account the people padding. He then color-coded the backs and the canoes so that there was no question what went in which canoe. He distributed the food packs so that each canoe had a pack that was decreasing in weight.
While paddling, Alex was always in front in the 21-foot canoe; he made it clear in his “sermon” that that is where the leader of the trip needed to be. When we reached our campsite, each canoe was sponged out and carried away from the water and placed in selected areas to prevent the wind from blowing them away.
The schedule was fixed. Quite to seven in the morning; if you got up before that, no talking or go out of camp to do so. Breakfast at 8:05; be on the water by 9 to 9:15; lunch between 12-12:30 depending on a suitable site and dinner started at 7:00.
There was no question about priorities and how Alex wanted things done. In areas regarding equipment, canoe routes and travel, there was one way to do it – Alex’s way. As Stu [a trip participant and veteran of twenty-four trips with Alex] said in a some-what exaggerated statement, “You do not want to show initiative.” This said, I was totally comfortable with what was expected and in many aspects, it made the trip more enjoyable.
We had five canoes on the trip. There was a 21-foot Old Town Tripper, three 17-foot Old Town Trippers and one 16-foot Mad River. The five extra paddles used by the canoers were tied into the canoes against the side. The yoke did not have shoulder pads. Instead, the paddles used by the canoers were held in place by cord with the paddle portion on the yoke and the handles tied to the front thwart. The paddle rested on your shoulder and you could hold the paddle handles while portaging instead of the gunwales. This was more comfortable portaging than with shoulder pads! The straight-shaft, beaver-tail paddles were long and heavy with the paddle portion being longer and narrower than the paddles I have used on other trips. In some ways, they resembled voyageur paddles.
The goal was to be off the water by four. When we arrived at a campsite, Alex disembarked and found the site for the kitchen area and placed his traveling back there. This was to keep people from stepping on that spot; it was there that he placed the dishes when they were unloaded from the box. The two kitchen boxes went on either side of the pack.
The 21-foot canoe was used by Alex to protect crew gear and one 17-foot canoe was turned on its side to be used as a wind break for cooking. The cooking was done on a two-burner Coleman propane stove; we had a backup with. We carried four propane bottles on the trip.
Food packs were placed in a designated area; if they were wet, they were laid on their side with the bottom facing the sun. He was adamant that the crew gear/food be carried directly from the canoes to the designated areas; no setting it down some place near shore. His big concern was cleanliness and I am sure he did not want to go around looking for a pack that was not brought up to the cooking area.
Breakfast, lunch and dinner each had their standard menus.
Breakfast : Oatmeal packets or granola cereal, brown sugar and milk for the cereal, orange juice and hot water for coffee/tea/hot chocolate. When we were through, we rinsed our cups, bowls and spoons in the river.
Lunch : Wasa Lite Ry-Krisp with peanut butter and jelly, ‘natural’ (crystalized) honey (a good spread replacing butter for future personal trips), and about five cans of meat and/or fish. These might be chicken, turkey, sardines, salmon, tuna, crabmeat, Vienna sausages, corn beef, etc. These items were placed in one area. Fruit drink was mixed and placed in another area a short distance away. Dessert consisted of various kinds of nuts, dried fruit and chocolate bars. You made your lunch selection from the food available. Again, each person rinsed his cup in the river.
Supper : The first item was bannock that was dumped on a tuff of ‘grass’ or a rock. This was followed by soup (fish was added if some had been caught by 4:45) and the main course of dried pasta and canned meat. Dessert was pudding or reconstituted freeze-dried fruit such as apples, raspberries or blackberries. It was different every night. We rinsed the dishes in the river and placed them at a spot where Alex had set the dishwashing utensils; he washed the dishes in hot soapy water every night.
The tents provided were Sierra Design 4-person tents. We slept two per tent. Each tent had twenty-seven pegs and all were used for staking the tent, rain fly and ropes. Alex said that one time this year he had a tent on a ridge blown away when all twenty-seven stakes were used and about 100 pounds of gear was inside. When we could not use stakes, we placed rocks on about eighteen-inch-square pieces of mosquito netting that were attached to the loops on the tent. Using mosquito netting meant that the material would dry quickly.
He was very concerned about the tents getting wet or packing them wet. If the rain fly was wet, it was packed separately. The tents were packed in a duffle bag with plastic liners. The poles were packed separately in a similar way to distribute the weight. I believe the level of concern about wet tents was related to the weather conditions that can be encountered in the barren lands. A wet tent that may have to be used in freezing conditions the next night is a potential safety issue. The tents and poles were brought to the ‘equipment canoe’ for Alex to pack in the duffels.
Canoeing and tenting partners were always the same. Canoeing partners started as Alex and Dave R in the 21-foot canoe, Stu and Bill W in the Mad River canoe, and Nate and Jerry, Stan and Larry and Dave W and myself. I paddled stern except for two days. The one exception to constant canoe partners was when midway through, Dave R and Stu traded canoes. Tenting partners were the same as the initial canoeing partners except that Dave R brought his own tent and Alex slept in a tent by himself.
Arriving at Ft. Smith August 2nd: Arrived at Ft. Smith by car and checked into Anna Hodgkin’s Bed and Breakfast. Met Alex at his home and later he picked me up and I got my personal gear pack and selected my paddle. We met Bill W on the way and Bill and I made arrangements to meet for supper. After supper, I started working on packing my gear. Alex and I talked some about his trips and changes he makes. Alex said that when you know the best places, there isn’t much need to change.
August 3rd: Worked on my packing in the morning and then went to the excellent book store North of 60. Met Bill W there and we went to lunch. After lunch we went to Pine Lake in Wood Buffalo National Park. On the way we saw a herd of five buffalo and on leaving the lake, saw a herd of about 15 which included some calves. Returned to Ft. Smith and met the rest of the group going on the trip at dinner.
ON THE WATER
August 4th
Had breakfast and packed items I was not taking on the trip in my car that I left at Anna’s. Alex picked us up at 7:30 and we drove to the float plane base. We loaded the two planes which flew us to our starting point near the Elk River. I flew in the Beaver, the other plane was a Turbo Otter.
We left about 8:15 and our plane made a stop so Alex could check a friend’s cabin. We arrived at the campsite at about eleven.
We ate lunch and met to learn how to use the gear and ‘camp rules’. We rigged the canoes and went for a walk. Saw a couple of wolf dens and lots of tracks, but no wolves. Returned to camp and the fishermen caught several lake trout, one was about 24 inches long. Had fish soup for dinner. Saw one caribou walking on the esker by our camp. Weather was beautiful.
Stu
August 5th
The weather was overcast in the morning with a breeze out of the east. We portaged out of camp to a small lake; took three passes. After a short paddle, we made a short portage to the Elk River where we ate lunch.
Our canoe was loaded a little bow heavy; adjusted the load some at lunch, but it was still miserable controlling the canoe. The wind did not help things either. Getting to know your partner’s canoeing style and habits is important and we had this learning curve to overcome also. I felt like a first-time paddler trying to control the canoe. A whole lot of ruddering was going on!
Reached camp about 1:30. This is Alex’s favorite campsite in the NWT. After setting up camp, took a walk on an esker in back of camp. A light rain started and I retired to my tent to read. It continued on and off the rest of the day and we all were in our tents by 8:30.
August 6th
Started canoeing shortly after nine. We stopped a short distance from our camp to look at a site where old tent rings existed. There were even a few pieces of wood remaining form the camp. We paddled a few stretches of fast water. The canoes came together on the water and Alex told us how to proceed. Further down the river we came to a rapid that we scouted. I was a little reluctant to paddle stern without first seeing it run so Alex said he would take the canoe through. After he ran it, I felt I could do it. However, he wanted to lead the canoes through so Dave paddled bow for him and I walked to the end. We then came to another rapid that we scouted and we successfully navigated it to the point where we pulled out for about a quarter-mile portage. We ate lunch at the end of the portage.
We reached camp at 4:30. We had favorable winds so Alex decide to do what is normally a two-day paddle. Dave and I did much better paddling together today. We were definitely getting in sync.
There was some light rain in the morning, but it stopped and we had a beautiful day. Beautiful clouds with patches of blue sky. We definitely got into the barren lands today. There was only a few patches of relatively short trees. We saw two caribou while paddling and Bill W found an arrowhead at the campsite.
August 7th
We were on the water at 8:55 and were paddling river without lakes most of the day. We encountered about five rapids today. Three we ran with instructions from Alex on the water and the other two we scouted. Dave and I made it through both. We got hung up on a rock in one, which we successfully got off without flipping. We just kissed a rock on the other. Nooooooo problem!
August 8th
The night was cool, but it had warmed up to fifty degrees when we got up at seven. We were on the water at nine and paddled most of the morning into a breeze. It was windy and there were whitecaps in places. We did not get our canoe properly balanced when we packed.
Stopped at late morning to take a walk. Beautiful eskers with small lakes. Saw an old grizzly den. Came back to the canoes and ate lunch. Just as we were packing the canoes we saw a wolverine swim the river and get out on a point near us. He made good time heading inland.
Looking ahead, we could see whitecaps breaking on the shore a mile away. Decided to make camp about 30 yards up from the lunch site. Set up camp and went for a 4 to 5 mile hike. Saw lots of beautiful country with the Thelon in the distance. Put on my swimsuit and took a ‘sponge bath’ when we got back. It was coooold but refreshing. By 8:30 the winds had picked up and the temperature was fifty-one. It rained during the night.
We talked with Alex about winter in the barren lands. He has only been there once in the winter and he described it as “living in the inside of a ping-pong ball”.
August 9th
We woke to wind and a temperature of 45. We packer our gear but did not take our tent down. After breakfast, the wind started to calm down so we broke camp and were on the water at 9:15. We paddled across the lake were we saw the whitecaps breaking yesterday. There were 1.5 to 2 foot swells and some whitecaps but no big ones.
Reached the rock garden/rapid about 10:15 and started lining/wading the canoes. It was fun, work and wet. My gracefulness prevailed and I managed to ‘sit down’ more than once. We stopped for lunch on an ’island’ in the middle of the river. I believe the maximum elevation of the rocks was about six inches above water. It was wind, fifty-five degrees and cold. On leaving our lunch site, some of the crew saw a mink swimming in the river. We continued to paddle, walk and line our canoes to our campsite at Granite Falls. Reached camp at 3:15. After setting up camp we found four baby peregrine falcons at their nest above the falls. Got some good pictures much to the distress of the parent falcons.
The black flies were worse at this campsite but far from bad. The temperature at 5:45 was fifty-two and it started to rain. The wind was blowing again while eating supper. It was so strong that if you did not stand with your back to the wind it blew the soup out of your spoon!
August 10th
Up at seven with the temperature forty-six degrees; it was cloudy with intermittent rain all day. We started with a ¾-mile portage from camp. We did it in two stages. Easy except for a steep bank we had to go down at the end. Started paddling about ten thirty with Dave in stern.
Stopped for lunch at noon and it was windy and cold. Both Larry and I noticed Dave R was shaking so much he was having trouble eating. Larry asked him how he was doing and he said OK. I went over a little later and asked him if he wanted a jacket. He said he had a vest in his backpack but it was too hard to get. He accepted my offer of my vest (which was also at the bottom of my back); he didn’t notice be digging it out. Later he thanked me saying it really warmed him up. I think we were on the brink of hypothermia trouble.
A short distance from lunch we stopped to see a caribou fence. Natives had placed piles of stones for about a mile along the ridge. When the caribou swimming across the river came on shore, they thought the rock piles were people and they would run down the shore and were easily hunted by the natives. You can see the remains of the rock piles along the ridge. We saw one caribou and a bald eagle.
Made camp at 3:00. The weather continued to be intermittent rain and sun. At 4:45 the temperature was forty-five degrees. The intermittent rain continued through the night.
August 11th
Degrade today. It was cold (45) and too windy to paddle when we woke so I read and slept most of the morning. The wind was blowing so hard that you could hear the legs of you pants flapping.
Before lunch, Dave W, Stan and I went for a walk and saw two caribou. Unfortunately, they also saw us and went over a ridge. A short time later, they came back followed by two wolverines. The wolverines stopped, circled and then went on. The caribou continued to walk toward us.
At lunch, Alex asked if we wanted to stay in camp or paddle in the afternoon. Everyone danced around without giving a strong opinion; we stayed in camp. There were a few tensions developing between one of the crew members and the rest of the crew.
Several of the people went on hikes after lunch. I stayed in camp and as I was walking toward my tent, a caribou with a huge rack walked close to camp; my camera was in the tent. About 3:30 the sun came out, the wind died down and the sky cleared. The black flies also came out.
August 12th
There was light rain when we got up, but the skies cleared and the temperature was in the 60’s. The wind continued to blow. It was at our back on the lake we crossed, but in our face on the river. The wind was channeled by the river banks and the whitecaps and foam were coming up driver. I paddled bow again.
Just before lunch, Alex spotted a musk oxen sleeping on the ground. I will never know how he spotted it. We walked about half a mile and got within 30-40 yards of it. It heard us and stood up to see what was going on. Eventually it turned and trotted off. After photographing and videotaping it, we walked back to our canoes for lunch.
We paddled to where the Thelon entered a lake. We saw caribou walk across a sand beach area and we stopped for a walk. Nat spotted a musk oxen on a ridge and the animal walked down towards us. It got within good picture taking range. We then walked up on top of a beautiful esker and spotted a herd of 26 musk oxen by the lake a short distance north of were the canoes were. We were able to get close to them also.
We reached camp at 5:15 and were welcomed by our worst case of black flies so far. When Alex was asked to rate them on a scale of 1 to 10, he said they were 1 on a scale of 1 to 5000! The weather continued to be nice; it was fifty-four degrees at 9:00. We had a light rain during the night.
August 13th
It was raining and fifty-one degrees at 7:00. The rain stooped shortly after that. We allowed the tents to dry some and started canoeing at 9:55. We got to camp at mid-afternoon. Saw some caribou and bald eagles during the day along with the normal complement of geese and ducks.
The weather varied during the day. It warmed up, cooled down and then got warm again. At 5:00 it was sixty degrees, sunny and no wind. Therefore the black flies were out. You put off answering nature’s calls as long as you could. One fellow’s undershorts were bloody form the black fly bites.
August 14th
Alex asked that we get up about an hour early so we would be sure to be at the pick-up point on time. Got up at 5:55; temperature was 52. It started raining shortly after that and stopped about eight. Started paddling at 8:15 and arrived at the pick-up site at 9:45 just as the planes were arriving. They were not supposed to be there until 10:30. We saw two moose on an island in front of the pick-up site. They swam to the other shore while we were checking to be sure there were not any rocks just below the water’s surface that would cause problems for the planes.
Took two of the canoes apart (the 21-foot Old Town and one of the 17-foot Old Towns) so that we could place another canoe inside it for transporting. A 17-foot Old Town fit in the 21-foot canoe and the Mad River canoe fit in the 17-foot Old Town. The canoes were tied onto the planes’ pontoons with the double canoes being strapped to the Turbo Otter and the Beaver and the single canoe to the Cessna. Left about 10:50 for the place Alex was leaving the canoes for the next trip. Flew at 500 to 1000 feet. After we landed the Cessna had trouble moving to shore. The canoe acted as a sail and it just went around in a big circle before the pilot was able to use the wind to get the plane where he wanted it to go.
Planes refueled at drop-off point and we had a snack for lunch. We left about 12:50 and arrived in Ft. Smith about 2:30. I flew in the Turbo Otter. Flying altitude was much higher now that the canoes had been removed.
Unloaded gear and arrived at Anna’s B&B about 3:45. Stu also stayed at B&B. After showering and making a few phone calls, we met the rest of the crew at the Gallery Restaurant for dinner. In recognition of Stu completing his 25h trip, Alex presented him with a new Duluth pack and a framed picture of him and Stu going down a rapid on the Black River. The picture was printed by Leslie Leong.
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