It rained all night and we woke up to a giant puddle under the tent and had to pack up our wet and muddy tent. We found a breakfast place open at the airport; fortunately they made really good breakfast sandwiches with potato wedges.
Then south to the McKenzie River ferry where the ferryman told us that the Peel River ferry was out of service due to high water.
Waiting to get on the McKenzie River Ferry
But they'll get it fixed up soon, he said.
So we drove on to the Peel River ferry and got in the lineup. The word was that it would be out for 2 or 3 days. Some people were heading back to Inuvik. Not wanting to camp in the rain we raced into Fort MacPherson to get a motel. It turned out they were already full up for the weekend's music festival. So we rushed back to Naitaiinlaii campground (where we'd stayed all by ourselves on the way up) to get a spot before it filled up with all the trapped travellers.
We both reserved the wall tents on platforms in the group campsite (Fort MacPherson has a canvas tent factory) but it turned out they were leaky so Leo and I moved to a regular campsite. Mark and Leah stayed in the wall tent as it gave their small tent some protection and kept them out of the mud.
All set up in Netaiinlaii Campground
Then back into town to look for a restaurant. All they had in town was a takeout at the hotel. They actually had pretty decent hamburgers and homemade soup but no place to sit. So we ate in our separate vehicles. In thecrain. Surrounded by mud puddles.
We drove back to the campground and set up Mark's gas fire ring in the camp shelter. The rain was blowing in through a large screen window so we covered it with a tarp. Another camper organized some firewood so we bought some and fired up the wood stove. It was just getting warmed up when we decided to go in to the music festival. It started at 9; I argued that noone would show up till at least 10 pm.
I was right. There were two people in the stands. The band was just tuning up.
Anyway the sound was really loud echoing through the empty arena. We didn't stay long; as we were leaving a few locals were beginning to trickle in.
On the way back to camp we came across five sandhill cranes in the middle of the road. Bird of the Day!