I applogize for not recalling the name of this community but it is a Native community at the North end of Williston lake. It is very remote, accessible only by boat or air. I was never there in person, but flew in to a lake up the Ingenika on a tributary that lead to a small lake called the Swanille. At the time (roughly early 1970's) it had been the site of a mining claim and when they left they left behind a small cat which a friend of mine wanted to get out. My job was to fix it first (re&re the engine crank and piston bearings)and then drive it down the Swanille river on an old road, drive across the river which scared the heck out of me and continue on down until I came to a spot along the Ingenika River where a barge could get to it the following spring. Talk about wild adventure, the cat only had one steering side functioning so it took me two days to get down river where my friend who'd been staying at the Native villiage while I went on my venture, flew in to pick me up. I almost stalled the cat mid-river when I first tried to cross but managed to back out barely, where I stayed the night sleeping under the cat. The next morning I awoke to wolf tracks all around the cat. Guess by then I didn't smell good enough to get serious with. The next morning I tried again only further downstream and made it by keeping the air intake from going underwater, the exhaust busy bubbling away. Having shifted my crossing site to a site without access to the road I had to bulldoze a new spot from in the river but it all ended well and an experience I've never forgotten.