Wilderness exodus

the long version

The day had started out innocently enough that morning. My son and I had departed the frontier village of Kanina in north central Ontario in a Beaver float plane for a week of fly-in fishing at a lake I had visited years before. Early on, our flight was enjoyable as we stared at the impressive panorama of trackless wilderness spreading across thousands of miles in all directions. I had no idea how quickly things could go so terribly wrong.