I returned the car I rented in Whitehorse and bused to Carcross. On the way, the driver stopped at Emerald Lake where a chemical on the shallow lake’s floor along with sunshine, caused the iridescent greens. Continue reading Carcross – last Yukon stop
My plan before this trip, was to see the Arctic Ocean up in Tuktoyaktuk, then return through Dawson City to Whitehorse. After that, I had no idea. Only when I reached Skagway, did I decide to exit by ferry from the port in the direction of home.
I stayed in a cute, once a brothel hotel, and while having breakfast the following morning, was reminded I was in Alaska, U.S.A. A woman nearby, talked incessantly about the guns she and her husband had brought on the trip. It wasn’t my kind of breakfast conversation. Continue reading Skagway decision
I left Whitehorse for Miles Canyon. A trail led to the Yukon River, still flowing at a frantic rate. Continue reading Miles Canyon and beyond
Salmon travel from the Bering Sea, past Whitehorse along the Yukon River for close to 3 000 kilometres to spawn. I still can’t grasp how an animal could swim against the powerful Yukon current for what must take weeks. Continue reading A fight for survival against the Yukon
I bused to Whitehorse. The Yukon’s capital lacked the atmosphere of Dawson City, but it still had the Yukon River powering past its door. Continue reading Klaune National Park, Yukon Territory
My goal in 2012, was a trip to the Yukon and the Arctic Ocean. I booked a one-way flight to Whitehorse and another up to Inuvik in the very north of the North-West Territories. Continue reading A glimpse at the tail of Canada’s longest river