Countless paths meander into the tundra foothills above the lake. If you follow these tracks, you climb up ridges and finally reach dramatic prominences—clearings with good rock under foot and sweeping views beyond. These overlooks seem timeless—common sense perches to watch for game—and it’s not hard to imagine sharing this very scene with ancient Native hunters.
Sit down in their places for a moment and scan in the vast valley below for wandering caribou. Finger the rocks beside you. Imagine chipping out a new point for a favorite weapon as you wait for dinner to appear.