Pretty far north, but not there yet

'Tis the night before the summer solstice and we've established a damp camp at Aspen Glade, a campground at High Level, Alberta -- 120 miles from the northwest Territories.

The day began cool (48 degrees; I wore my electric jacket liner all day and had it turned on until early afternoon), windy and rainy.
 The problem with using a cell phone as GPS is that it's not waterproof, so we checked a map before departure and immediately became confused. Rain, wet face mask, unfamiliar territory.
Purely by luck, truly by luck, we found ourselves on the correct highway, headed toward Yellowknife.

At Lesser Slave Lake, we stopped to chat with the hosts at the visitor center and for a photo before heading north on the WRONG road. Though the shorter of two options, this one offered limited fuel opportunities... Not a problem for my bike and its large tank, but Skip coasted into Red Earth with his fuel reserve officially consumed.
We made it here, finally.
Strong wind has been our constant companion, pushing us this way and that but keeping us alert... No monotony today.
As we moved north into the boreal latitudes, scenery improved markedly. Hills, millions and millions of hectares of fir and birch. We saw some deer and our first bear -- a gaunt black bear -- but no moose and no unrestrained bison.
We're told there is no fuel at Enterprise -- one of my planned fuel stops. If we find that to be the case, we'll take a 50-mile side trip to Hay River, a full-service community on the south side of Great Slave Lake. If all goes as planned, we will be in Yellowknife for the solstice.
Your homework: read up on the Slavey Indians and the lake.
And I leave you with this: Lordy, I love motorcycling in northern Canada.