Racing Towards Chilly to Photograph a Hardly ever Seen Caribou Migration

The panorama beneath is white. Chilly white, with stunted black bushes – the kind of bushes which can be discovered north of the Arctic Circle. Beneath our little bush airplane, a pair of wolves sprints in direction of what might loosely be referred to as a forest. In the course of the small lake beneath us is a crimson spot with a dozen ravens on it. A caribou kill. Our airplane has interrupted the wolves’ meal and even on this, one of many remotest locations in North America, wolves know to be afraid of planes and folks.

We’re flying over Crow Flats, an enormous wetlands complicated within the North Western Nook of Canada. 2 hundred kilometers from the closest highway and one thousand kilometers from the closest metropolis. We’re out to get a by no means earlier than seen shot of the caribou migration. It’s April 25th and it appears like spring is across the nook – however there’s a very completely different actuality on the bottom beneath. It’s undoubtedly nonetheless winter down there.

We proceed previous the wolves, driving additional into the wilderness when our pilot all of a sudden pipes up.

“You need to hear the dangerous information, Pete?”

“Not likely” I reply.

“Too dangerous,” he says, “there’s something fallacious with the consumption. I can’t get my RPMs up. We’re going to should drop you off right here.”

I don’t know what he’s speaking about, however it is a massive drawback for us—we’re nowhere close to our meant drop off. We circle one of many 10,000 small lakes that make up Crow Flats, trying to find a secure touchdown spot on the ice. Sixty minutes later, the airplane buzzes us and heads residence. We’re left alone, with 700lbs of substances on a small desolate lake in a colorless panorama, 120 km from our meant vacation spot.

The plan was to drop filmmaker Marty O’Brien and me at Margaret Lake in Ivvavik Nationwide Park, the place we might arrange a pleasant leisurely base camp and patiently anticipate the 200,000 sturdy Porcupine Caribou herd to move by our location on their annual migration to their calving grounds in ANWR. This pictures expedition was the end result of three years price of labor, photographing the caribou together with the Gwich’in individuals who rely upon them. Our purpose was to spotlight the threats they face from oil and fuel growth occurring within the herds’ calving grounds in Alaska’s Arctic Refuge. One thing that myself and Marty really feel very enthusiastic about.

The picture I’m chasing is an intimate picture of the unbelievable migration the caribou take yearly and I’ve to make use of distant, laser activated digital camera traps to get it. With the airplane malfunction, we’re now pressured to ski 120 kilometers to Alligator Lake and we have to get there earlier than the caribou, so we will arrange digital camera traps. We’re actively racing in opposition to the animals we’re searching for.

A traditional 120km ski journey wouldn’t be that dangerous. However, we’re usually are not correctly ready for a ski journey – bodily or mentally. A traditional ski expedition like this might have me towing 150lbs of substances – not 700. Now we have packed and ready for a base camp scenario, not a cross nation expedition. It was going to be exhausting work bodily, however I knew that it was going to be no imply feat mentally, both.

By the point, the airplane has buzzed us, we’re already packed and shifting. The strain is on and we will really feel it. Now we have each invested extra time and money than both of us actually have on this expedition, so we have now to get there. Regardless of our nerves, issues start completely, and we’re flying throughout the frozen lake. The sleds slide throughout the ice like skates and inside minutes we have now skied half means throughout the kilometer-wide lake.

With a burst of enthusiasm, Marty says the fateful phrases he’ll shortly eat: “That is nice Pete, we’re flying. If we will maintain this up, we might be there very quickly.”

I keep quiet and nod my head. I don’t have the guts to inform the inexperienced, warm-blooded Australian what’s going to occur after we are off the lake and hit the snow that covers the remainder of the panorama.

My worst fears are realized minutes later after we start climbing a slight rise on the fringe of the lake. After 45 minutes of pulling pushing and swearing our asses off, we stand atop the hill, a great 40 toes from the lake. Marty crouches over exhausted, his head hanging between his legs.

“Pete, we’re by no means going to make it.”

Once more, I keep quiet. I attempt to not get too excessive or low. I do know it’s finest simply to maintain it regular and simply get it carried out. However I’m discouraged. Heartbroken. And it’s exhausting to not be. Now we have an excessive amount of gear and the snow is just too gentle. It appears not possible.

We should transfer on, however our skis and sleds are continuously breaking by the higher crust of exhausting snow. Our frustration will increase as we transfer, and after an extended eight hours of slogging by the slushy snow we have now solely made three kilometers. We’re excited to be on an journey, however we’re each quietly questioning what is feasible.

The following two days are extra of the identical. We handle to place in 12 hours and canopy a complete of 10 kilometers. Now we have over 100 kilometers to go, and at this charge, we received’t arrive for 20 days and can miss the migrating caribou fully. To make issues worse, we have now to take care of blisters. Marty’s toes are primarily one massive, swollen, and puss crammed blister. Now we have to return to phrases with the—fairly actually—painful reality that he can’t ski tomorrow. I don’t present I’m quietly relieved, as we have now pushed our our bodies and minds to the restrict within the final three days and I’m too drained and afraid to ski tomorrow. We make the robust choice to relaxation for a full day.

We sleep and eat away our relaxation day, earlier than Marty comes up with a brand new plan.

“Perhaps if we ski by the evening, the chilly evening crust may simply maintain us up and we will make higher time?”

“Shit man, if it means we will get an additional day of relaxation, let’s do it.” I reply.

As evening approaches after the second relaxation day, we flip our headlamps in direction of the metaphorical path and start our first evening of snowboarding. The primary indicators are promising. We nonetheless break by the snow, generally breaking by each step for 50 meters but in addition managing to go 10 meters with out breaking by. We’re shifting a lot sooner. Our first evening, we make eight kilometers and are rewarded by crawling into our sleeping luggage beneath the heat of a mid-morning solar. We sleep exterior with no tent, utilizing minus 40-rated expedition sleeping luggage.


Our nighttime snowboarding schedule is working nice. We will persistently make 10 km an evening if we actually push ourselves, however it’s nonetheless a battle. We’re nonetheless breaking by the highest crust of the snow at instances, and the lead skier is doing three or four instances extra work than the follower. Once I’m within the lead, I push myself for hours, earlier than breaking down mentally. I discover myself inching alongside on a layer of sturdy crusted snow, praying that I received’t break by, watching and listening intently till the snow cracks and I sink two toes down. My coronary heart sinks with my physique and I’m able to cry. We’re a great crew although and at any time when I get up to now Marty pulls beside me, “I’m feeling good man, why don’t I take the lead?” Then off he goes like a snow plow, leaving me an exquisite path.

At the very best of instances we might get a half kilometer of exhausting flat snow, and we might ski facet by facet and chat beneath an excellent darkish blue sky. It was throughout these instances, once I felt a kinship to the Gwich’in First Nations individuals who travelled this route for hundreds of years.

The spotlight of every day is the one hour we hearken to the Sport of Thrones audiobook on Marty’s iPod. We’d actually be part of Jon Snow and Samwell Tarly past the wall as they traversed that white, treeless panorama of the Whitewalkers and Wildlings. Actually, we didn’t really feel that we had been too far separated from them .

Day 10, we should summit the watershed we’re traversing and observe Muskeg Creek right down to Alligator Lake. Cresting the wind-blown summit, we’re greeted by an exquisite rising 6 am solar. As soon as once more, we’re given respite at a low level. We push over the windy summit and maintain going till the solar is heat sufficient to sleep beneath.

As we get decrease into the valley, we discover deeper, softer snow and have hassle floating on prime. We’re nonetheless 20 km from Margaret Lake and it’s a chilly, minus 20 morning, hoar frost masking all of the bushes with an exquisite layer of white shining crystals. A wind howls by the bushes. We sit and marvel at it. It’s the proper pictures location and on the anticipated path of the caribou. We talk about the potential of making a base camp and when the howling wind stops, we notice that it wasn’t wind in any respect and the howling was truly coming from a pack of wolves within the forest forward. We see glimpses of them by the bushes. The wolves are an indication that the caribou are close to and we conform to arrange right here. Now we have lastly made it.

We crack out the satellite tv for pc telephone and name the caribou biologist to get an replace on the caribou herd location. After the unbelievable push we did to get right here, after testing ourselves bodily and mentally, we study that the caribou stopped migrating as quickly as we had been dropped off by the airplane. They’re nonetheless 150 kilometers away – roughly every week. It was a weird feeling. Hilarity blended with disappointment. All that stress and work for nothing. We’d have to attend anyway.

The photograph I’m dreaming of is an image from the highest of a mountain trying down at a line caribou, stretching for a kilometer. As soon as the primary group of caribou move by, I’d deliberate to arrange the digital camera entice on certainly one of their trails. A laser throughout the path, when tripped, would take a collection of images, enabling to me to get a novel picture of a caribou from shut up, with a line of caribou stretching behind it for kilometers.

I’m excited. And actually, I shouldn’t have been shocked when mom nature threw us one more curveball. Over the following week, the temperatures climb dramatically. After seven days the temperature has elevated by 40 levels and we’re pressured to maneuver camp up a mountain. The snow has melted and the creek backside is beneath 5 toes of water. When the caribou lastly arrive, it’s mainly summer season. The caribou usually are not travelling in traces or on trails, they move by in free teams of fifty, slowly grazing on grass. My plans for the proper photograph soften with the snow.

Earlier than we’re picked up by helicopter, Marty and I make a promise to one another, we conform to look again on this journey as a great expertise. However we additionally make a pact to all the time bear in mind the hell that it was, to make sure we by no means attempt one thing so silly once more.

Our pact doesn’t final lengthy although. The lure of the proper photograph is simply an excessive amount of. We attempt once more the following yr, unsuccessfully once more. We’ve not managed it but however each time we meet for beers, we relive our journey prefer it was the very best time of our lives, regardless of the ache, the frustration and the blisters. It appeared to be price it and our longing to get the photograph all the time appears to take over. We’re planning to return once more: the chase continues.

All pictures by Peter Mather. To learn extra about Peter’s expedition to photograph the caribou, click on right here. 

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