After three days of driving, 150 miles of which were on the dirt Robert Campbell highway, we turned off onto a dirt side road marked by a plywood sign spraypainted with “Finlayson float access.” Bob, the pilot, was sleeping in the back seat of the floatplane.
We threw our stuff out of the van and into the back of the De Havilland Beaver, loaded up, and took a gorgeous evening flight over to Inconnu Lodge. The whole lodge crew met us on the dock and helped shuttle our gear up the hill to our cabin.
Warren, the lodge owner, a long time badass Yukon pilot, gave us the grand tour, and showed us his hall of fame of climbing photos from Proboscis and the Cirque. We saw photos of climbing legends and even friends who’d been here.
The next room over was full of taxidermied animals. The grizzly bear scared Madaleine, and Lorna was bug-eyed over the moose heads. Or more like MOOSE. They were huge. Way bigger than Montana moose.
Pretty awesome! Everyone here is super nice, and it is spectacular. The skies are bluebird. The heli is busy today, so we plan to fly out tomorrow. We’re psyched. gonna do some work helping out around the lodge, then pack up.