Success on this trip was tied to water levels. We knew this going in. Shortly after the line snapped, outfitter Stan Simpson landed his helicopter on the beach. It was like a messenger from the heavens touching down in the middle of nowhere. He told Mike under the whirl of chopper blades that he'd never seen anyone even attempt to cross with water this high. Mike and I debated going forward or turning back. We guessed at least ten days to get to Norman Wells, if we could ever get across the Twitya, and five to get back to Whitehorse.