A solitary silhouette stood out on the ridgeline. Then another. And another. Soon a never-ending procession of caribou began to stream across the hillside, like a train of ants marching inexorably toward some unknown destination, one after the other. We were mesmerized by the spectacle as we sat on a gravel bar next to Baseline Creek: one minute we were enjoying our after-dinner tea under the Arctic midnight sun, and the next we were staring at one of the... Read More