After 2 years of TSA (Thousands Standing Around) stupidity, eventually 1 adapts to the authority regime and learns the rules. Terrorists take note. If you want to penetrate a target and need to get past TSA, have all your paperwork in order, smile, and leave some cookies right on top of your carry-ons. You’ll glide right through. Todd Winter disembarked in Edmonton, Alberta, blew past immigration, and immediately headed for the rental car desk to pick up the keys for his Chevy Suburban Tank. Equipped with 4WD and a motel in the back, it is perfect for rural Canadian roads, which is pretty much all of them. Traveling on gravel (ball bearing) roads, 1 may find themselves skidding towards the ditch and needs that 4WD feature to extract their inattentive driving skills out of the muskeg. Fast and simple: pay attention or you will lose valuable time and money. The first 300 miles of major Canadian highways north of America are paved; after that, it’s a crapshoot. Heading north, the first goal on Todd’s list is the Lesser Slave Lake. About 1/23 the size of the Great Slave Lake, the Canadians are very good at adjectives, in that, if you can see the opposite shore line: then it is Lesser. From there, Peace River and the transition from the plains to the boreal forest appeared through the windshield. Spending the night in a motel in the town that shared the name with the river, Mr. Winter could see the raw determination of that river to get to the sea. Falling in at those low water temperatures and its high flow rates, death was nearly guaranteed. As part of the MacKenzie River system, it was draining the eastern side of the continental divide and had a lot of gravity assist. This location was still 1500 miles away from the Beaufort Sea with hundreds of rivers, creeks, and streams feeding into this main artery. Todd left that river system and headed north towards that giant collector known as the Great Slave Lake, he was now completely in the dark woods.