The ochre-coloured ridges of the Mackenzie Range stretched away to the horizon in all directionsrnas our chartered float plane threaded its way through the disconcertingly narrow gap between mountains and clouds. Our pilot, Jacques, seemed entirely unconcerned and, as I already knew that he loved his Twin Otter more than life itself, I was happy to set aside my professional instincts, share his confidence and continue to gaze out of the window.rnA glance around the inside of the fuselage would have revealed three more people, two 17 foot open canoes and all the paraphernalia necessary for four people to camp in the Canadian wilderness for two weeks.
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