More canoeists are on the move. They march by our campsite laiden down with packs as we sit munching on breakfast. We move out to the see the river and watch them carry drum after drum of supplies down the boardwalk towards the landing below Virginia Falls.
The vistas and rainbows over the river feed our souls. Blueberries fill our bellies.
From our luncheon vantage point we can see the canoes ferry up and then turn with the current as they begin their run downstream through the canyons. What I can see of them just draws me in. I can’t help but want to go! I can’t help but wonder what is around the next bend.
Ros and I head back to our camp to get more water. Mike and Len search for Elizabeth who is temporarily missing.
The plan for swimming is squashed as thunder-clouds move in. Lighting strikes Blood Mountain. We huddle in the info booth and them dash for the tents. The thunder rolls through. Its time to huddle in our sleeping bags, drinking tea and reading as the forest around us responds to the storm.
As the most frequent way of entering the park is by air there is a scarcity of new people today. Flying and lightening over the Ram Plateau are probably not a good mix!
After filling ourselves on Salmon Tetrazzini we walk the path to the landing below Virginia Falls. It takes the agility of a billy goat to master the last downhill slope. And then I stand where the picture of Prime Minister Pierre Elliott Trudeau was taken back in 1972 when the Nahanni National Park Reserve was first established. This place took his breath away too!