This is a nice fishing/painting spot called "Pole Cache Spot" because there is an Inuvialuit pole cache just close by.
Another spot on the river with an outcrop where we could climb to and take photos.
We found a dead caribou carcass around here, and with the dense willow shrubs, we were extra cautious in terms of trying not to spook a grizzly or something.
This outcrop stopped our idea of walking along the Firth River.
Nothing to do except climb up!
Where we were just a few moments ago.
Imagine rafting through this turn. Must be exciting.
Once we got up the hill.
Change of scenaries.
Firth River in the distance now.
A stark contrast of the vegetation (or the lack of) as we reach higher elevation (of around 400 m asl).
The infamous tors of Ivvavik. One of the unnamed ones.
More tors. Many times when you walked through the gaps of the tors that you cannot help but thinking you are in a fantasy (like LOTR).
Around 700 m asl now, I think.
We are now back on one of the named tors now; hence, we are not very far from camp now (where the creek in the distance intersects with the Firth River).
Really missing Ivvavik as I am typing up this blog...