Jeff led us out of town to a private lodge about an hour's drive away. The further we drove, we encountered deeper snow and colder temps. It was dark when we arrived at the parking lot beside frozen Lake Wanapitae.

 

It was there where we were met by Buckey, the owner of the lodge. He was waiting for us with his "Snow Machine" (Snowmobile to us Southerners) to carry us and all of our gear across the frozen lake to the lodge where we would spend our first night before departing on our journey into the wilderness the next morning.