W e leave Dawson city in the late afternoon, and begin our journey to Inuvik. By now the sun is not setting at all. Rather it drops to the horizon, travels along it for a bit then starts coming up again. That night we wanted to get to the gas station at the half way point, and so we don't end up setting up our camp until around three o'clock in the morning. The day was a bit unreal, driving in the sunlight so late, two large, really bad coffees keeping us on the border of sleep and wakefullness, surrounded by the totally unfamiliar landscape, of the tundra.
Some hills are just great piles of stones.
Dry grasses and moss cover everything. Sometimes I'll see some animal darting into the bush. W e stop along the way a few times just to enjoy the complete silence. Sometimes we travel upwards for awhile, not really realising it, until cresting a hill we find ourselves faced by a colorful vista, extending into eternity. The few hours during which to sun rides the horizon, it's rays, play colors of purple, pink and red over everything, only strengthing the surrealism of the place.