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Narrator:
Now...

Darrell:
I have to get out of here.

Narrator:
on "Ice Road Truckers..."

I totally cannot move.

Everything is all going to hell.

Narrator:
The roads go from bad...

(Loud clanging)

to complete mayhem.

Joey:
No way!

Alex:
This could be the end.

Narrator:
As the trails slip away.

Narrator: And the drivers
hold on for dear life.
Alex: Hold on!

♪

♪

Narrator:
The winter roads are melting,

dissolving in warming
temperatures,

sending Polar and a rival team
of upstarts into a mad dash.

Ah! Oh my God!

Narrator:
Delivering loads as the window
of opportunity quickly closes.

Mark:
Everything is turning to mud,
swamp.

Roads are melting away.

You know, we got loads
we gotta get out,

and this is gonna get tough
on these guys,

and it's gonna get tough
on our equipment.

Narrator:
Trails are shutting down
weeks earlier than expected.

The muddy ones
that are still open

are swallowing trucks
like quicksand.

(Tires spinning)
Alex: Whoa.

Narrator:
And thawing ice crossings
are becoming death traps.

Art:
No! No! No! No! No!

(Water bubbling)

Narrator:
Now on the path
out of Deer Lake...

Lisa:
Literally taking all of my
concentration

and everything I have
to keep it on this road.

Narrator:
Lisa Kelly's in the fight
of her career

trying not to get stuck on the
long trail back to Winnipeg.

(Truck honks)

It's just like driving
through molasses.

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But the road is rapidly
disintegrating under her
wheels.

Oh!
(Loud clanging)

Lisa:
This front tire just sunk
right in,

lifted my back tire off.

(Engine idling)

I'm so done.
I'm soaked, tired, cranky.

He can push me out of here.

Basically he's my last hope.

Narrator:
As Lisa waits for help,

over 50 miles back...

Darrell:
This road's in terrible shape.

Everything you touch you gets
you wet out there right now.

I got to get out of here.

Narrator:
Her only hope is also
struggling on a torn up trail.

(Loud clanging)
Whoa! (Bleep) me!

I totally cannot move.

Well what (bleep) am I gonna
do about this (bleep)?

(Warning beeps)

This is totally (bleep) stuck
on flat ground.

I don't know I'm on.
I'm on something.

Oh. I don't know why this thing
won't just go forward.

I've got chains on it
and everything else.

(Engine idling)

Totally (bleep) stuck
on flat ground.

Narrator:
With Darrell and Lisa
both stranded,

and a melting road on the verge
of being closed,

they run the risk of having
to abandon their vehicles,

shutting the door on their
season and their company.

(Engine idling)

Darrell:
I don't have too many options.

What a night this is turning
out to be.

Somehow or another
I've gotta get moving.

Can't sit here, so,

I'm gonna see if I can
winch myself out of here.

We gotta make this truck move
one way or another.

My plan is to get unstuck.

I don't know,
I'm trying anything I can.

Only thing I've got
is some straps and a tree.

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Darrell's plan, use a wheel
and a strap as a winch device,

wrapping the strap
around a tree

to try and break his rig free.

I guess we're gonna go for it
and see what we can get.

(Beeping, engine hums)

(Creaking)

(Revving, tires spinning)

Oh, come on.

(Tires spinning)

I'm moving, making progress.

That's how we do it,
right there.

Narrator:
Darrell's back in business.

I'm on the road again.

I got out of the hole I was in,

and I'm gonna keep on going.
I have to get out of here.

This road is (bleep).

It is soft, you don't know
where you're going to fall in.

It's gonna be a long night.

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50 miles from his stranded
partner,

Darrell drives through
the night.

But as dawn breaks,

the warm sun beats down
on the path once again.

(Loud clanging)
Oh! Oh! Oh man.

Unbelievable.

(Engine hums, chains clink)

There is a truck in the road.

That looks like Lisa.

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Up ahead...

Lisa:
I'm tired, and I hurt.

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Lisa is just waking after
spending a night stuck
in the road.

Lisa:
I would love to get out
of this road,

eat breakfast, and wake up.

(Engine idling)

(Loud clang)

That'll wake your (bleep) up.

Lisa:
Help me, Darrell.
It's terrible.

Darrell:
Oh, I hear ya.
How bad are you stuck?

Lisa:
My front end hit a hole
and my back end came up,

so my drive tire is just
freewheeling in the air.

Darrell:
Oh yeah, I had one of those
situations in the middle of the
night also.

Okay, well I'm gonna go
on and try and back up.

I've been fighting it
everywhere, Lisa.

You ain't the only one.

My half fenders are tore up,
my chains are tore to (bleep).

Yeah, this has been
a nightmare.

I'm so glad you're here,
though.

Darrell:
If I don't get you out of here,
we're going to have to get
airlifted out.

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With a chain in place...

Darrell will attempt to pull
Lisa out of the grips

of the thawing muskeg.

Tell me when your tires
are rolling.

I'm already in reverse,
and my tires are spinning now.

(Chains clink)

Darrell:
Ha ha! Right on, buddy!

(Sighs)

Darrell:
That's how we do it.

At least we don't need
the helicopter to fly us out
of here.

(Lisa laughs)

I just want to get out
of here so bad,

so bad I can taste it.

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Both trucks are free.

I don't even understand
how I'm going to by that.

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But now they've got to conquer
the steep hummock

that already stopped Lisa
once before.

We'll take a run for it and
see if we can't get across it.

Jump that thing, Lisa,
you got a ramp already there.

Let's see you do an old
backflip with that semi.

Still backflip, come on.

(Truck engine roars)

(Loud clanging)

(Loud clang)

Oh my gosh, I made it.

Let's see if Darrell makes it.

I'm gonna try to hit
the (bleep) sixty.

(Truck engine revving)

(Loud clanging)

Ha ha ha! You took out the
snowbank with your bumper.

Darrell:
Rock 'n roll, Darrell,
let's get out of here.

Narrator:
The team is back on the road,

but they still got 80 miles
of melted chaos ahead of them.

There is nobody else dumb
enough to be in here. Ha ha!

If you told me to come back out
here, I'd tell you no way.

Yeah.

Lisa:
So we've got each other,
we'll make it.

Darrell:
That's right.

Narrator:
Deep in thawing bush country...

(Truck honks)

(Loud clanging)
(Bleep) (bleep)

Narrator:
Polar's wild card's hammering
down

to the remote town of Brochet.

Art:
Everything is wonderful.

I'm just so happy here
I could just (bleep).

Narrator:
On Art's last trip,

Art:
No! No! No! No! No! No! No!

We're going through the ice
here, you go that?

Narrator:
He barely survived a rapidly
melting ice crossing.

We're back on land again, b'y.

Narrator:
Today...

You can't go into the game
thinking you're not
gonna make it,

what's the (bleep) sense
of that? You just do it.

Narrator:
He's pressing his luck
on the slick trail.

Everything is all melted
to hell, it's all mud.

A lot of people come up here,

they don't realize how bad
and rough these roads are

and then the stuff falls off
your (bleep) truck, eh.

Especially with this.

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And he's hauling a giant
super B,

a double trailer capable
of hauling maximum weight.

Art:
Haven't had a super B
for a while now,

and I'm just hoping
nothing crazy happens

because I don't know what
the road is like in here.

(Loud clanging)
Hang on.

(Laughs)

double trailers aren't
permitted on the final stretch
to Brochet,

so Art will need to recruit
another driver

to take half of the haul.

We can't take this,
it's too heavy,

so I'm thinking to stop in
at Joey's

and pawn off part of it on him,
eh.

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Joey Barnes is the self
proclaimed King of Obsolete.

I am the King of Obsolete,
and there is only one,

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A local driver, who prides
himself on his vintage
equipment,

and his ability to go
where other drivers can't.

Joey:
Basically I live at the end
of the world.

You have to be very resourceful
at the end of the world

because we can't rely
on anybody else.

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Last season...

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Art and the King teamed up
on a run to Brochet.

There's nobody else drives
this old,

especially on winter roads.

Half of the truckers were dead.

Art:
We're pulling up
to the Kingdom.

Narrator:
So the King could be the
perfect convoy partner

to haul the other half.

Art:
This is the gates
to the Kingdom.

Joey:
Long time, no see, Art!

Art:
It's been awhile, buddy.

Nice day, b'y, if it weren't
so (bleep) cold.

I tell ya that.

Your 'stache is freezing
(bleep) solid, b'y.

Oh yeah, you like that?

The ladies love it, too.

They've got all kinds of stuff
there, like old, old stuff.

Joey:
This Cat's a 1941.

Art:
How does it steer?

Art:
Joey's quite a cat.

I like him,
but he's a little eccentric.

How old is this (bleep) thing?

Joey:
It's a 1945,
but these things are fast.

You remember the screaming
Ford, eh, Art?

Art: It's your old screaming
Ford, eh?
Joey: Yeah.

Art:
Yeah, she's quite the rig,
Joey, b'y. Quite the Kingdom.

Well, I was kind of wondering,
I've got a B train right...

Yeah.

Art:
And I can't take the whole
thing in there myself,

I'll have to make two trips.
Joey: Yeah.

I was just kind of hoping you
could make one of them for me,

and we do it together.

Okay, I'll pull the back
trailer, you pull the front?

Art: Deal.
Joey: All right, done deal.
Let's go.

Art: Right on, bro.
Joey: All right, let's go have
some fun.

(Truck engine starts)

Well, she started,
that's the main thing.

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With the King on board,
the two trailers are split up,

and the reunited team
preps to hit the road.

That's that.

Lead the way, buddy.

Okay Art, I'm ready to lead.

Okay, right on, buddy.
I guess we're off.

Let's roll for (bleep) sake.

It's going to be dark
before we know it.

(Truck engine roars)

Narrator:
But in the midst of the thaw,

the notorious winding trail
to Brochet

will be a monster
to try and tame.

Joey:
As the temperature outside
warms up,

the winter road gets slippery.

This road will get slippery.

Art:
I'm here to get these loads in.

We'll see how it goes.

Narrator:
ile Art and the King hit
the melting trail,

550 miles to the southeast...

(Loud clanging)
Oh!

Narrator:
A legend in the thick of it,
too.

Alex:
Got to take the odd bump,
especially now

because it's a warm day,
it's quite slippery.

Narrator:
Alex Debogorski's heading
700 miles

to remote Big Trout Lake,

with what could be the final
load of supplies

the village will receive
this winter.

I'm trying to get out of the
bush without getting stuck here

because of spring weather.

Narrator:
But the road might not last
long enough

for the old pro to get there.

Alex:
Just hanging in there where
I can drive on this road,

otherwise it gets too soft
and I could be stuck here.

This could be the end -

the end of my job,
the end of the winter road.

I gotta really hammer down.

So this must be the lake here.

Looks slippery here.

Narrator:
Alex turns a corner and
suddenly the mission gets
even tougher.

As a two-mile ice crossing

rapidly evaporating
in the midday sun

may not be thick enough to
support the 20 tonne rig.

Alex:
Well, people always ask,
if you're going to truck,

what is the best advice
you give to a person?

I said the big thing is
learning how to handle fear.

Just grip the wheel and drive.

Let's go and do it.

Hopefully we don't wreck
nothing.

(Preparatory exhale)

Narrator:
With the First Nations
community counting on Alex,

the 40 year veteran
tests the ice.

Alex:
Well, right here's a good hole.

Look at that groove
right in there.

It is a little slipperier
than usual because it's warm.

You can hear it popping
pretty good here.

(Water bubbles)

(Engine hums)

You really get the crackin'
there, eh?

Okay, what have we got up here?

This is all,
looks like water.

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Open water appears in the
middle of the crossing,

adding even more weight
to the surface

and accelerating the thaw.

Have we got water splashing up?

(Ice cracking)

Narrator:
Now Alex will have to negotiate
a tight corner.

Alex:
It's gonna be slippery,
I'm really friggin' serious.

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And the lethal combination
of water and ice

will make traction a challenge.

Alex:
Hold on.

♪

Ooh!

Damn! Damn! Hold on!

♪

Whoa!

Hold on!

Narrator:
On the dissolving crossing
to Big Trout Lake...

Narrator:
The slick surface has
Alex Debogorski sliding out
of control.

Whoa!

Hold on!

(Bleep)

Holy mackerel.
It's slick.

Trailer's coming around
to write me off,

like jackknifing, eh.

Just about got me.
Just about.

Yeah. So now I've gotta keep
an eye on all the shiny stuff
here.

I've gotta get off this ice
as quick as possible.

Now would be a good time.

(Water bubbling)

I've got about 100 feet
to the shore.

Narrator:
The end of the crossing's
in sight.

Alex:
It would be a good thing
to get across it safely.

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But the edge is where the ice
shrinks down to its thinnest.

Hate to wreck
a clean record now.

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d the 20 tonne load
may push it over the edge.

(Engine hums)

Still snappin' and poppin'.

Come on, baby.
Just a little longer.

(Ice cracking)

Come on, baby.

I'm coming off the ice.

We've made it off the ice!

(Howling)

We have survived another one.

Narrator:
The old pro's made it across,

but he's still got 80 miles
of havoc

before he reaches
the First Nations village.

Hopefully I can get
to Big Trout and unload.

550 miles to the northwest...

Art...

(Bleep) the road went
to (bleep), didn't it?

Narrator:
And the King...

The road's rough.
We're bouncing.

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Are battling the melting
road to Brochet.

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nd by the hour, warming sun's
tearing the trail apart.

Art:
Hang on!

(Splashing)

That was a rough spot.

Joey:
Is that you, Art?

Art:
No, it's Mary Poppins.

He's chained right up (bleep).

The only thing that ain't
chained on that thing
is (bleep) doors.

(Truck engine roars)

Okay, we're coming up
to Ricochet Hill.

Narrator:
Now, they're coming up on an
old nemesis, Ricochet Hill,

a 12% grade incline

with one of the tightest
turns on the entire path.

This is the one last year
that Joey piled high and dry

into the (bleep) woods.

(Truck crashing into snow)

I hope the (bleep) he doesn't
do it again this year.

Art:
This looks like it here.

How close is Ricochet Hill?

We know we're getting closer,
(bleep).

(Truck engine roars)

Coming up to the hill.

(Shifts gears, truck roars)

Ricochet Hill, here we come.

Narrator:
The King will have to increase
his speed...

(Truck engine roars)

Hopefully we make this corner.

Narrator:
But it'll be tough to maintain
control of the screaming Ford

around the turn.

(Shifts gears, truck roars)

(Truck engine roars)

Well, we made it.

Onward we go.

See how it turns out.

I've gotta give it
to her uphill.

Come on, baby.
(kissing sounds)

Move, move, move, move,
come on, b'y! Whoa! Move!

(Engine roars)

Yeah, we made 'er, buddy.

Joey:
How was it, Art?

Art:
Not bad, b'y, we just rolled
right up there.

I see you did a lot better
this year, too.

Joey:
I just about hit the snowbank.

That was close. He just about
hit a bank on Ricochet Hill.

All right, buddy, hammer down.

(Engine hums, chains clink)

(Tires screech to a halt, crash)

(Engine hums, chains clink)

Narrator:
On the slick trail
to Brochet...

(Tires screech to a halt, crash)

A King has been slain.

I come around that corner,
I had to give it all it's got,

and we just slid right
into the snowbank.

There's no traction.

Narrator:
Joey Barnes took a sharp
turn too hard,

and slid right off the road.

Art:
What the (bleep) is going on
here?

Narrator:
Along with half of Art's
super B haul.

Lord (bleep), he's into
the (bleep) snowbank!

(Airbrakes hiss)

What's going on there old son,
anyway?

Are you all right or what?

Yes, I did it again.

Aw, for the love
of (bleep) (bleep), b'y.

How did he not make that?

Narrator:
To break free...

The King tries to rock
the rig out of the clenches
of the wet snow.

(Truck whines, tires spinning)

he should be able to
get through the woods
with that thing.

Spin your wheels out,
old man, spin your wheels out.

I'm gonna try it again.

(Revving)

(Creaking)

Thata boy.

Narrator:
Clear of the bank,

now the King must negotiate
the turn once again.

But this time he takes a more
cautious approach.

Well, he's just makin' it,
and that's all,

and he's tearing it all
to pieces.

I've got no (bleep) chains on,

and I'll be lucky if I'm gonna
(bleep) make it now.

That's what's happened.

(Truck engine roars)

Art, I made it!

(Bleep) (bleep) (bleep)

Away we go.

He's (bleep) the whole (bleep)
hill up here.

Hopefully we'll make it.

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With a torn up trail ahead
of him,

Art confronts the rough patch
head on.

(Bleep)

Yeah, we made 'er, buddy.

I don't know what to think
of that,

but I mean the man's got chains
all around his (bleep),

the whole truck,
the front and everything.

I didn't have to pull him out
or nothing,

that's the main thing.

I'll tell you one thing, I'll
be giving him a wider berth.

That's for (bleep) sure.

(Laughing)

Narrator:
The convoy hustles across
the last 20 miles.

(Truck honks)

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And makes it to the distant
outpost of Brochet.

Art: Holy (bleep), b'y.
Joey: Yeah.

Art:
You're making me look good
again.

Joey:
I know, it's unreal.

(Art laughs)
Travelling with Joey wasn't bad,

at least he got the other,
he got the pop up here for me,

that's all that I wanted, eh.

Joey:
The road was a little slippery,
but we handled it,

and once again we got it done.

Narrator:
With the two trailers safely
delivered,

the dynamic duo has
come through for Polar.

Buddy, thank you very much, eh.

Joey: No problem.
Art: I appreciate it.

Joey: Pleasure to run with you.
Art: My pleasure to run with
you.

Narrator:
500 miles to the southeast...

Holy smokes, this is bad.

Only going to get worse.

Narrator:
Polar's competition
is just trying to get home.

Dareell:
This here is ugly, ugly, ugly.

I can't believe how warm
it is out here.

Narrator:
Darrell and Lisa are fighting
the final miles out of Deer
Lake,

a path so destroyed
from the thaw,

authorities could shut it
down by end of day.

Darrell:
I'm just ready to get out
of this (bleep) hole.

Just, I mean I don't know
how much we may bring in

bringing these loads in

but we sure as hell spent a
whole lot more getting out.

Darrell:
Yeah I know, right.

Lisa:
Well, I mean this is already
really bad, so,

I mean I'm glad I completed
the contract,

but at what cost did I have
to keep my word?

Narrator:
The trucks will likely need
costly repairs,

even if they survive
the journey.

I've just heard of people
leaving their trucks

and getting helicoptered out,

but I would need to leave
this truck out here.

Narrator:
If they're forced to abandon
their rigs,

it would bankrupt the small
company.

Lisa:
I mean a helicopter ride
would have been awesome,

but I'm sure that would
have been just more expensive.

Darrell:
Well we're almost there,

we're almost to the end
of the road.

Lisa:
Yeah, yeah.

Lisa:
(Bleep), here we go again.
I'm at the ice crossing.

Darrell:
I don't know, I never really
looked forward to ice crossings
before

but I know this is our last
ice crossing.

Narrator:
Now the team's
at the last hurdle,

a three mile ice crossing
at the end of the trail.

On the way in, it barely held
together under warming
temperatures.

(Splashing)

Now, after another 24 hours
of melting,

it could be a suicide mission.

Lisa:
Ah, hopefully the ice
froze over at night

because we've got to cross that
and then we're home free.

Darrell:
Yeah.

Lisa:
I'm going to listen
to the ice very carefully

and see if I can hear
and tell-tale pops.

There's no point worrying
about it all year,

but I think if there's any time
to worry about it,

it would be today.

Narrator:
With under five miles of winter
road to go

at the other end of the
crossing,

You ready, Darrell?

Darrell:
Yeah, I'm ready.

Narrator:
And the chance for the
nightmare to finally be over...

All right, I'm going to come
down on this last lake here.

Narrator:
The daredevils roll the dice.

Lisa:
See if it'll hold.

(Ice cracking)

Narrator:
Only seven miles away

from surviving the hardest
trip of their careers...

You ready, Darrell?

Darrell:
Yeah, I'm ready.

Narrator:
Darrell and Lisa have one last
ice crossing to conquer.

All right, I'm going to come
down on this last lake here.

Narrator:
But it's unlike anything
they've ever faced before.

Lisa:
See if it'll hold.

(Ice cracking)

Don't even know where
to drive on this thing.

It's starting to look like
a lake.

Narrator:
If the crossing were tested
in its current state,

it would likely be shut down.

All right, I'm right behind ya.

Narrator:
The young company goes for it,

and sends the two heavy big
rigs on to the ice.

Darrell:
On to the ice again.
Into the water.

(Chains clink)

(Water bubbling)

(Tires splashing in slush)

Darrell:
You know the ice gets weaker
and weaker

getting hit by that much UV.

The sun's beatin' down
on it today.

Narrator:
The hot sun has baked
the surface,

and all that remains is slush,

floating chunks of ice,
and gigantic pools of water.

I've done some crazy (bleep)
in my life,

but this is pretty unreal
right here.

It's a short story from here.

Things aren't gonna last much
longer.

(Water rushing)

You'd better open your door
because this don't look good.

Can't be too careful.

(Ice cracking)

(Door closes)

I don't know if the ice would
be solid enough to dig in

with my screwdriver or not.

I don't even want to find out.

Glad we can get out.

That water's open
and (bleep) isn't it.

Copy, I mean there's
just chunks of ice laying
everywhere,

like big chunks you know.

Darrell:
Yeah, for sure.

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The cracks in the ice are
getting flooded with water,

accelerating the melt
under the drivers' wheels.

Lisa:
These cracks are really wide,

I mean, I feel
if they open up anymore,

my tires are gonna fall in.

Darrell:
Hardly any longer
an ice crossing,

it's definitely a lake
crossing.

Lake crossings
are a little bit freaky

with this much water on them.

I'm gonna- oh, look at
the cracks over there, too.

(Ice cracking)

Kind of freaks you out riding
right along that crack

waiting for it
to just bust off.

(Ice cracking)

(Water bubbling)

Almost done, we're almost off
this damn road,

and I am pretty happy to get
off the road with the truck.

Darrell:
Yeah, I'm real happy
to get off the road.

Narrator:
The edge of the crossing's
within reach,

and the end of the long rugged
trail awaits on the other side.

Okay, so I'm going to celebrate
getting off this road.

How are you celebrating?

(Flares pop and whistle)

(Lisa Laughs) Ouch!

Ouch!

My victory stings.
Ow!

Hallelujah!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Darrell I'm on the land,
ice is good.

Let's make tracks,
we're almost done.

Darrell:
Yeah, really.

Narrator:
Lisa makes it across.

I'm just about to the end
of ice up here, I believe.

Narrator:
And through the rising water...

Darrell:
Just a little farther.

Narrator:
Her business partner
joins her on land.

Darrell:
Yeah! I made it!

Lisa:
Yeah, rock 'n road, huh.

Rock 'n road!

Back on land again,

I ain't gonna say solid land

because this land is soggy

and this snow and ice is
getting soft

and rotting away fast.

Narrator:
The rookie company took the
biggest gamble of its life

to make it in and out of Deer
Lake through the thaw.

Oh yeah, I see dirt.

Narrator:
And despite enduring days
of hellish conditions...

I thought that was never
gonna end.

I thought we were gonna be
trapped out there for ever
and ever.

Narrator:
They live to tell the tale.

Darrell:
She was a brutal trip, Lisa,
definitely. One of the best.

Yeah.

At Manitoba's South
Indian Lake...ator:

Narrator:
Polar's top dog is readying
for a one of a kind mission.

Todd:
That's it. Ready to roll.

Oh for goodness sakes!

Narrator:
While most drivers
are facing crossings

that are rapidly melting,

Todd's on one where the ice
has literally disappeared.

(Water bubbling)

So here we go,
this is kind of,

I guess it's definitely a
different type of adventure.

♪

Here we go, we're on the move.
Toot toot!

(Horn honks)

Narrator:
The route to South Indian Lake

is capped off
by an ice crossing

to reach where most
of the villagers reside.

(Horn honks)

But, in the warm temperatures,
the ice has turned to water.

Todd:
That's just a trip.

I've never seen a ferry
like this in my life.

Didn't even now they existed.

Narrator:
Leaving a ferry boat
is the only way for Todd
to deliver

an eight-tonne front
end loader.

Todd:
It's hard to believe,
just a few weeks ago,

the trucks were coming up here
and driving across this.

It was all frozen, and,
I mean, driving across it

to get their loads in here
delivered.

(Shifts gears, truck roars)

(Horn honks)

Todd:
So the only thing left to do
is get this tractor unloaded.

Narrator:
Todd unpacks the loader for
the people of the remote town,

not letting the thaw derail
his mission.

Todd:
That's how you do that (bleep),
right there.

There's only one thing left
to do, hit the road.

Narrator:
With the load on the books
for Polar,

Todd hitches a return ride
on the boat.

Todd:
That's just crazy.
So we're on the ferry boat.

Narrator:
And heads back to Winnipeg.

Todd:
What an experience, huh?

To come up here and actually
do something like this,

and actually experience

trucking across the cable ferry
boat on a river.

Wow, it's amazing.

♪

Narrator:
400 miles to the southeast...

It's a warm day,
it's quite slippery.

Narrator:
One driver is still
on the winter roads.

Alex:
I am racing against the melt,

I'm racing against
the temperature.

Narrator:
Alex Debogorski is rushing
to get what could be

the last load of supplies
into Big Trout Lake.

Alex:
You see where the road
is breaking up here?

It's so slippery, a person
could end up in a snowbank.

Narrator:
But as the sun begins to set...

Alex:
We just have to make this
last little stretch.

What the heck's going on?

(Airbrakes hissing)

It's closed.

Narrator:
The trail into Big Trout
is shut down.

Alex:
It was warm all the way,

we expect it to be colder up
north.

I got here, it's melting,

it's at least ten degrees
above freezing,

and the road's closed.

And not only closed,
but they blocked it,

they pushed up a bunch of snow
and they blocked it with the
grader.

Narrator:
Despite driving hundreds
of miles

and burning a fortune on fuel,

Alex can't complete
the mission.

Alex:
Okay, we're going back.

Narrator:
The load won't be delivered,

and Alex, Polar,
and the village

feel a very real impact
of the early thaw.

Alex:
Well, I'm going back to where
I started.

Frustrates me.

I haven't had to turn around
for a couple of years,

but usually get the load
in there.

I'm disappointed.

Those communities have
to wait a whole year.

Narrator:
Next time,
on "Ice Road Truckers."

Lisa:
I guess we're just blazing
our own trail on untested ice.

Narrator:
The drivers take on their most
daring journey yet,

blazing a trail at the end
of the earth.

This is an adventure of
a lifetime right here,

I tell ya what.

And changing the Winter Roads
battle forever.

Todd:
Now, I feel on top of the
world!