|Our second BBB|
|No sticking plaster visible|
The Hill conquered we arrived at Nimpo lake to greet our pilot, Tim, sort our gear and board the 1955 Beaver floatplane to Turner Lake, our home for the next two days. The clouds cleared enough for him to see the lake and drop us off at the small beach, by the three basic log cabins. As the buzz of his engine faded, it was replaced by the less friendly buzz of mosquitoes, a LOT of mosquitoes. Mark secured over 50 bites on his left shoulder alone (through his clothes) and went into mild shock for the next hour or so as his body released a ton of histamine.
George, on the other hand, seemed unconcerned by northern BC's most popular insects. Sent to 'clear up' the camps and hiking trails of this enormous park every year, George had huge knowledge and affection for the park and immediately bundled us into a canoe to check out the next lake along, the trail replete with moose and bear droppings...
|The picture of the trip?|
Planes, boats and ...jettys?
|Mark steadies the jetty|
So a brilliant stay, now for the final flight over the mountains out....