Ship to Shore

Travelers, not tourists, course Canada's dramatic, desolate Northwest

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Globe Correspondents / January 22, 2006

YELLOWKNIFE, Northwest Territories -- If the crew of the good ship Norweta, sailing south on Canada's Mackenzie River, had known ahead of time, we wouldn't have missed the wedding.

But it was nine o'clock on a July evening when we disembarked at Fort Good Hope, 25 miles south of the Arctic Circle. By that time, the bride and groom and their guests, wearing their best beaded moccasins, had left the church and walked to the park.

In southern climes, the celebration would have been half over. But here in the western Arctic, where the summer sun shines for 22-7, the party was just beginning. The guests, gathered at picnic tables, stared in surprise at the 18 accidental tourists suddenly in their midst. A bonfire crackled and strips of moose meat sizzled on a dozen barbecues. On the dance floor, a low wooden deck, the musicians were about to play.

''C'mon, let's dance," whispered Adele Clilli, 28, the Norweta's cabin stewardess, a member of the Dene (Athabascan Indian) people. She smiled shyly and tapped her foot as nine wiry men, each with a large, flat hand-held drum, began to pound out a rhythm.

''I have a second cousin here and they've invited us," Clilli said, tugging on my sleeve. In a minute we had met the newlyweds and were circling with two dozen others to the thundering beat of a traditional dance.

A wedding was the last thing we had expected when we booked a cruise on the 103-foot Norweta, which sails eight- and 10-day trips on the 1,000-mile-long Mackenzie, or Deh Cho (''Big River"), as the Dene call it. But surprise is part of the charm of a trip to the north.

''These are communities, not tourist destinations," said Margaret Whitlock, 68, the Norweta's co-owner, a fourth-generation resident of Hay River and a licensed river boat captain. ''We're never sure what we'll find until we get there, but it's always interesting."

Sailing from mid-June through July, the Norweta follows the historic route pioneered in 1789 by Scottish explorer Alexander Mackenzie, between Hay River, on Great Slave Lake, and the town of Inuvik on the Mackenzie River Delta, near the Arctic Ocean.

Along the way, the ship docks at a half-dozen sleepy outposts where passengers can get off to explore, including Dene and Gwich'in villages, historic forts, and towns built around former fur trading posts.

In Norman Wells, we found a small but impressive museum, with history exhibits and a shop selling native crafts. In Fort Good Hope, we visited the beautifully-decorated little church, a bit of classic folk art. In Tsiigehtchic, where the Arctic Red River meets the Mackenzie, the main attraction was the arrival of a hunter in a motorboat -- with a freshly killed moose stuffed into the prow.

The Mackenzie, the continent's second-longest river system after the Mississippi, is a mammoth body of water, draining one-fifth of Canada. Flowing from southeast to northwest, it bisects the Northwest Territories, a region twice the size of Texas but home to just 45,000 people.

This river once bustled with activity. In the 19th century, travelers heading downstream wrote of seeing dozens of Indians fishing from canoes, trappers laden with furs for the trading posts, and riverboats ferrying cargo and passengers. But life on the river changed after the fur trade died and airplanes came to the Arctic. Eventually, most people moved off the land and into towns.

Now what visitors see are trees in the trillions. There are so many trees, in fact, that during the summer, 30 or 40 forest fires, started by lightning, burn at any one time, fated to smolder until winter snows put them out.

''No one pays any attention to them, not unless they're threatening a town," said George Whitlock, 72, as he scanned the horizon. Whitlock is the Norweta's co-owner, first mate on our trip, and Margaret's husband. ''It's part of the natural cycle. But there isn't much else out there, you know. Just a few hunters."

The Norweta, small but functional, is a working ship with four decks. The engines and crew are on Deck 1, below the water line. The cabins, on Deck 2, have large private bathrooms with showers, built-in furniture, large drawers for clothes, and narrow closets. Screens on the portholes keep out mosquitoes. You can close them to block out all light, or leave them open and pull the curtains.

The combination lounge and dining room, and the bar are on Deck 3, with an open deck around the perimeter. The sun deck, behind the bridge on Deck 4, is surfaced with artificial turf and equipped with deck furniture. It's a nice place to get away, but it can get very noisy here, and in several other places close to the engines. Fortunately, earplugs and noise-canceling earphones are part of our standard travel kit.

The meals, mostly American dishes, are delicious but not fussy, prepared with first-class ingredients and served restaurant style. Late evening snacks of cookies, cake, and fruit are also laid out. You can purchase wine, beer, or mixed drinks.

If you don't get enough exercise on shore, the ship has a treadmill, or you can walk around the outside deck, where 22 laps equal a mile. Owing to space limitations, however, most onboard activities are sedentary: board games, cards, reading, crossword puzzles (bring your own), birding (bring binoculars), and conversation.

We brought a couple of bestsellers and our laptop. Other passengers brought knitting, stationery, and trip diaries. The ship's library has a nice collection of regional histories, Canadian travel, nature references, and a few recently published novels.

As the scenery rolled by, there was always something to grab our attention, from mountains, rock formations, the Ramparts gorge through which the river flows, a passing cargo barge or Canadian Coast Guard vessel, or eagles in the treetops.

Fort Simpson, built at the confluence of the Mackenzie and Liard rivers, is the jumping-off place for airplane sightseeing trips west to Nahanni National Park Reserve, a mecca for kayakers and rafters, and site of the spectacular 300-foot Virginia Falls. If the weather is clear and the planes have space, this splurge (rates run about $300 per person) is well worth it.

Another highlight was our day tour to Tuktoyaktuk, on the Arctic Ocean. Here we visited Maureen Pokiak, 51, who served us caribou soup for lunch and introduced us to traditional Inuit culture.

''I came to Tuk to teach school, where I met and married my husband, who's a native Inuit and a hunting guide," Pokiak explained. They raised a family, and Pokiak learned traditional cooking, food preservation, skinning, and sewing, skills she integrated into an otherwise modern lifestyle.

After our day trip to Fort Norman, some of us decided to walk back along the beach, where we met Mandy and Arlene, both 12, and Steve, 9, who had built a driftwood fire and were splashing in the river. As curious about us as we were about them, they asked where we lived and if it snowed there. Enchanted by their friendly questions, we lingered to watch the fire die down.

''Bye," they called, as we headed for the Norweta. ''Come back again soon."

Contact Anne Z. Cooke and Steve Haggerty of Venice, Calif., at

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