~ Henry David Thoreau
This will be the final entry in this journal. I am en route to Vancouver and have made it back to Hay River, the little town on the shore of Great Slave Lake where this journey began in the summer of 2009. Tomorrow I head South, back to a world of noise and rush and crowds. I feel like I have been living in a world outside time, and I know the adjustment will be very difficult.
I started writing this as a means of keeping my friends and family up to date with my adventures, but the wonders of Google tracking shows how it has grown far beyond that. Well over 18,000 unique hits from 57 (!) countries, with regular readers in locations as diverse as Kenya, Saudi Arabia and Argentina. I have enjoyed showcaseing this remarkable corner of the world, and offer my heartfelt thanks for all the messages of support and encouragement I have recieved.
I hope that this journal has inspired some of you to experience the Nahanni for yourself. For Canadians in particular the North should be celebrated and explored, not pushed to the margins. It is one of the last true frontiers, a precious glimpse of how the world used to be.
And as for Nahanni Butte itself...
Things change. I know this. Others will come to the village, and go, and make their own set of memories. Their stories will play out in the shadow of Tthenaago, just as mine has. But for these two years, the defining experience of my life, I made my mark.
Thanks for joining me.