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Out of the canyon and onto open mountain slopes, sunshine and simple terrain buoyed us toward the River Styx.
A herd of caribou shuffled past. Our route again fed into a canyon, this one made of golden granite and clear water similar to Arizona’s Salome Creek. Eventually, we climbed out, ambling across tundra laced with caribou trails.
Weary with sore feet and cramping shoulders, we stumbled onto a cobble beach bordering the Styx, the jewel at the heart of our route, and the river valley that started it all. Again, we floated, joyously.
Another 10 pm camp, satisfied by having reached our goal. We had crossed the River Styx!