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Following a four-hour hikealong animal trails, authorLeslie Anthony (ABOVE) offersa tip of his cap to the bigwallpanorama of the MountMacDonald massif (LEFT).moose, caribou, wolf and grizzly, whose diggings for bearroot, a favourite food, are everywhere.Returning for another load, sweaty and engulfed inmosquitoes, Mary spots something rustling the willowsahead and calls out. We watch as an adolescent grizzlycrashes across the wetland and up the hillside, flatteningwillows as it goes. It stops to look back several times and, onits final turn along a mountain bench, feels safe enough tostand fully erect on its hind legs and aim its ears toward us,like a proverbial sasquatch. It’s a fortuitous and thrilling sightso early in the trip.The next day, we awaken to rain at our sandbar camp onReptile Creek (the joke is that there are no reptiles in theYukon). Once on the river, our heads are down navigatingand lining a canyon full of rapids, but when the river breaksfree of sheer walls and hairpin corners, the wildlife paradecontinues. Standing on shore with a plate of pancakesduring a break in the downpour, I hear a loud splash downstreamand turn to see a large caribou swimming toward usfrom the other side. It’s oblivious until the last second when,sensing our presence, it turns into the current and disappearsaround the corner, its head bobbing in an icy train of waves.The animal holds a special place in arguments to protectthe Peel, whose massive 67,000-square-kilometre borealeco-machine would comprise the largest protected area in theburgeoning Yellowstone to Yukon Conservation Initiative torelink wildlife corridors disrupted by continental colonization.“The Bonnet Plume woodland caribou may be theonly herd in North America that doesn’t have a single roadthrough its territory,” says Blaine, a wiry, wizened 20-yearveteran of trips on the Peel’s watercourses — with a baseballcap that looks to have accompanied him throughout — ashe dishes out the last of the flapjacks.That afternoon, the river braids out for the first time, andwe bob below cliffs dotted with dirty white puffballs — Dallsheep munching the succulents they lust for — and crisscrossedby peregrine falcons. There’s bird life aplenty: goldenand bald eagles keep an eye on us as they lurch from log-jamto log-jam, while mew gulls and lesser yellowlegs guardtheir nests. We make camp at aptly named Milk Creek,which funnels finely ground glacial flour from 2,758-metreMount MacDonald, the highest peak in the Bonnet PlumeRange. The alabaster flow pours through three separatechannels into the teal-coloured Snake, yielding an uncannyand alluring parfait.During a layover day, we light out on a four-hour hike toa nearby peak, following an animal trail through dense,spongy spruce up a ridge that plateaus into sparser trees andmossy hummocks. Underfoot is a riot of lichens, bryophytesand small alpine plants: reindeer moss, dead man’s fingersand even fairy parasol (which grows only on moose dung).As we ascend, alpine lupines cradling large, sparkling waterdrops in their axils offer a ready source for a quick drink.Climbing up off the river, we are treated to the truebreadth of the land. By the time we hit the scree of the upperslopes, we can see 100 kilometres in any direction notblocked by a mountain, and it’s impressive to think this entirevista is unmarred and unoccupied, free for any animal towander at will. That’s a working definition for some conservationists.Juri Peepre, co-author of Wild Rivers of theYukon’s Peel Watershed, has said, “A wilderness is really awild landscape where you can still roam free.”Wilderness, though, is not always pleasant. Cresting thesummit ridge, we spy a silhouetted caribou. Suddenly, itlooks up and bolts straight down toward us, zigzaggingmadly through the meadows, furiously shaking its head.“Botflies,” says Mueller, a trained wildlife biologist whospent years studying caribou.48 CANADIAN GEOGRAPHIC JUNE 2011CANADIAN GEOGRAPHIC 49
Shoreline willows and soaringpeaks bracket the headwaters ofthe Snake River near Duo Lake.
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