Expedition
to the Torngat Mountains
Day
2: Friday, August 10
A Rock Falling
I heard a rock falling
down the wall south of our camp site last night. It sounded
like a fairly big one, and it was a long time falling.
We eat
breakfast early, then Bruno and Vinh head northeast to explore
while Normand, Lisette and I head west to locate a place to
cross the Korok for the next day's trek up the Valley of the
Cirques. We find a crossing a little over an hour from camp,
ford the sand-bottomed stream (at this point, the Korok is
only 20 to 25 metres across and less than half a metre deep,
but the water is cold) and stop for a snack and a brisk dip
in glacial meltwater.
After
exploring a little farther downstream, we head back in the
direction of camp, climb a high, fortress-shaped rock formation
and stop for a snack by a stream punctuated by a series of
small chutes one to two metres high. I bathe again in the
cold meltwater, which is to become a regular ritual throughout
the expedition.
Day
3: The Coldest Water Yet
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