Kuujjuarapik to Kuujjuaq via Hudson Bay,
the Clearwater and Larch Rivers.
A cuesta overlooking Richmond Gulf.
Racing a storm to the mouth of the Wiachouan.
Portaging out of Richmond Gulf..
Dave Brown photo.
Happy to have made it up the hill.
Dave Brown photo.
One of the most scenic portages I've ever been on.
Leaving Richmond Gulf and gaining altitude.
A panoramic campsite at the top of the portage.
Dave Brown photo.
Heading down to the Wiachouan.
Pond hopping between the Wiachouan and the Clearwater.
Dave Brown photo.
Walter above Clearwater Lake.
Lake Trout for lunch.
Dave Brown photo.
Watching a freak storm move in over Seal Lake.
Dave Brown photo.
After the storm.
Dave and Ann heading up Buzzard Brook
to the height of land north of Seal Lake.
Al and Wendy running a ledge.
Dave Brown photo.
Caribou on a plateau above the river.
If we stayed still, the caribou would come quite close.
After a while the caribou forgot we were there.
Dick and Walter watching caribou on a sandbar.
A rapid on the lower river.
Dave and Ann running a ledge.
Lake Trout caught in the rapids.
Dick with fresh baked bread.
Dave Brown photo.
Looking upstream on the Larch.
Al Stirt, Wendy Scott and Friends: Canoe Tripping in Northern Quebec and Labrador
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In 1993 we followed a route described by the geologist A.P. Low in 1898. He hired some First Nation guides to cross the Ungava Peninsula from the Hudson Bay coast to Ungava Bay.
We started in Kuujjuarapik and travelled up the coast to Richmond Gulf. We crossed the gulf and went up the Wiachouan River (now called the De Troyes) and then went from pond to pond to get to the Clearwater River. We ascended the Clearwater and travelled through Clearwater Lake and Seal Lake and then headed north to the height of land portage to the Larch River. We followed the Larch until it joined the Caniapiscau River, forming the Koksoak, and then went down the Koksoak to Kuujjuaq.
We brought a copy of A.P. Low's report with us and could compare our observations with the ones he made almost 100 years before. We had the luxury of accurate, highly detailed maps and a chance to talk with Rod Beebe, who had traveled on most of the route a few years before us.
The whole route was spectacular and very remote. There were traces of indigenous travelers in the old trails and tepee poles we found along the way. Once on the Larch, we ran into the caribou migration and saw thousands of animals in the river and on the land.
We saw no one else for five weeks other than a few people at a fly-in fishing camp.