I walked to Moosehide Slide, visible from most parts of town. A First Nation legend, attached to the site Continue reading Dawson City’s Slide
I hiked the built-up dyke, past the swirling Yukon as far as the tailings at the junction with the Klondike River; piles of stones left by gold seekers. Continue reading A view of the Yukon River from the Dome
This outpost had a good Chinese, and equally good Greek restaurant as well as a supermarket that sold samosas. What more could I ask? I clomped over wooden sidewalks for these food delights only a stone’s throw away from my hotel. Continue reading The casual ambience of Dawson City
Dawson City was once a booming gold rush town. I’d visited other gold rush towns: Ballarat, Bendigo, Hill End, Barkerville; but this one oozed natural friendliness. Continue reading Day/night owls of Dawson City
After reading experiences of drivers travelling the Dempster Highway, I decided it wasn’t for me. The day before I left Inuvik, a tourist busted his motorbike on the dirt road coming north, so I knew Continue reading Air line security? Or not
Trees were scarce in Inuvik. Hey, we were right on the edge of the tundra. So I was delighted to discover a clump of boreal forest Continue reading Last look at Inuvik
Inuvik cuisine left a lot to be desired. I’d gone to a restaurant for lunch on a local’s recommendation and been served seafood with an overdose of bottled sweet chili sauce poured on top. After that disaster, there was no point in wasting money. I headed to the indoor supermarket for fast food.
While I munched fries, I managed to snap a photo of a local woman who turned out to be quite a character.