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After leaving Shingle Point, we entered the Mackenzie River Delta, a maze of frozen river channels lined with steep banks and willow thickets. The stubby, two-foot shrubs were the closest thiing to trees we'd seen in more than three months---a welcome sight until we tried moving through them. My idea that it would be quickest to head straight across the delta was quickly proven wrong.
March 18th -4F 15 M.P.H S/SE 32 miles
Douggie remembered the hard struggle yesterday and didn't want to enter the thicket. I couldn't blame him. We took an early lunch break and I climbed a nearby pingo to look around. I could see no way around this jungle that lay ahead of us.
I gave Douggie the command to go forward and he reluctantly pushed his head into the first bunch of branches. The snow was punchy and about a foot deep. The willow branches kept grabbing att he gangline and, in the course of an hour, managed to snag Lucy, Sojo, Roald, Robert, Matt, Anna, Alice, and Douggie. Every time a dog got snagged, our little train came to a stop and I had to wade up and free their line.