The Rat sounds like an interesting trip. I remember reading about the Mad Trapper of Rat River in my dad’s Fur Fish and Game, when I was a kid. I was stunned to learn we were paddling through where he had been caught. I looked up what I could about the man, but there wasn’t much. One of the books has pictures of the body. He’d been out in the cold for quite a while, and the pictures were haunting. I looked up the book you mentioned (I’m a librarian, after all). We have it available in one of our online databases. Somewhere, in something about that book, probably the Foreward, I read magical words—“An onlooker’s life is no life at all.” That one is going to become one of my guiding principles—not that it hasn’t been for a few decades.
I also think of Abby, describing something incredibly beautiful, and the next sentence was simply, “Routine stuff.” I’m envious of some of the trips you’ve written about (ok, ALL of them), but I have my own memories to call up. I spent years living at the eastern end of Lake Superior, and I spent more nights than I can count at backcountry campsites, listening to the big lake lull me to sleep, or throw a hissy fit of amazing proportions. As to starting a trip at the Eagle, it was pretty easy. We were shuttled from Whitehorse by one of the canoe outfitters. Not Kanoe People, but I can’t remember the outfitters’ name. The drive up the Dempster Highway is pretty wonderful. If you’ve watched The Big Year, a movie about bird watching (I believe one acter is Owen Wilson, another maybe Chris Rock, and the third is Steve Somebody-famous (I’m not too into movies, sorry., part of that movie was filmed along the Dempster Highway, and I replay that segment 15 times in a row just to look at the scenery. It’s expansive. The signs recommend that you take two spare tires when driving the Dempster. We didn’t get a flat, but a rock broke the back window of the van. We saw a number of moose and a grizzly. Just south of the Eagle River is Eagle Plains, which has a gas station, auto repair place, motel and a campground. We stayed at the campground the night before we launched. The next day we drove about 12 miles to the bridge, where we put together the Pakboats (17 footers) and loaded things. There were 8 people in four boats, with food and gear for 3 weeks. There wasn’t much freeboard. The river was muddy and fairly narrow. Thinking back to your reports, you can handle rapids. We had some splashy spots in one spot on one river. That was it. Otherwise, it was just paddling. We went between 21 and 48 miles per day on that trip. We stopped at Old Crow, Rampart House, the old Rampart House (forgot it’s name), and some other little abandoned town, as well as Fort Yukon. The thing I remember most was getting to the top of the little bench above the river, and looking out at nothing but bush. Nothing. There were no phone poles, no buildings, no tin cans—nothing. I love the north.