The Ogilvie Mountains

Our first views of the Ogilvie Mountains was with fog pouring over it like a fog-fall.

When we got here we all spoke about how this is what we came here for. It was so other-worldly & beautiful & spacious.

I kept on shaking my head in awe.

The land forms were soft. This is never-glaciated terrain, not touched by any of the ice ages. There is mainly wind erosion, as rain is not plentiful here.

The colors, the vastness, and the sense of emptiness reminded us all of the American southwest.

In the land creases where there is more moisture there was vegetation: trees or small plants. 

The range of subtle colors reminds me of the hues of 'natural' textile  dyes.

Much of what I saw I couldn't explain to myself.

At the top of the pass was ice fog.

We passed quickly through it. There was a brief flurry of snow.

I do love ptarmigans!

When you first spot them they look like ladies waiting for the bus on the roadside. (Don't ask why 'ladies'. No idea.)

They are quite tame, but not too!

They were between summer & winter feathering.

These Ogilvie Mountains have such gentle shapes.

I could not get over how the mountains looked like rising waves of land.

They crumble & move themselves to a comfortable angle of repose.

Some angles are steeper than others.

I want to close with the small rock sculptures I found. I wasn't looking for them, but I couldn't help finding them. They are part of the culture of the north.

These also give the correct impression that the rock breaks very cubically.

I brought home a thin flat shape that I liberated from a lookout.

Here's its shape... I plan to use it.

That's all for now.