Two men and a woman from Toronto decide to go on a summer canoe trip close to the Arctic Circle with a native guide. They are not close friends and the personal motives for the trip is never explained, other than a once in a lifetime chance to have adventure, see the tundra and the fauna. The novel feels like the it's developing a case of hypothermia, as events become confusing and disoriented and the characters do not seem to be reacting to what is going on around them. Events that are pivotal or would have been considered more interesting are not written in real time, but are mentioned as something that happened in the past, and not fleshed out. The thoughts of the characters are on a superficial level as though their brains were already in a stupor and we are not privy to their true thoughts. Like the surroundings encountered and described by the main characters, this book feels cold and generates a feeling of loneliness.