With my rental car returned in Whitehorse, I caught a bus to Carcross stopping on the way by Emerald Lake once again. Twelve kilometres south of the lake was Carcross—a cute village that I wandered around, peering into tourist shops and along walkways, waiting like everyone else who’d been on the bus, for the train that would follow the gold miners’ trail back to Skagway.
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Confusion at the U.S./Canada border
My original plan was to see the Arctic Ocean, visit Tuktoyaktuk, and return through Dawson City to Whitehorse. After that, I wasn’t sure. Only when I reached Skagway, I decided to exit by B.C. ferry through the tail end of the Inside Passage and head south towards home. But first, I had to return the rental car to Whitehorse and get back to Skagway.
Continue reading Confusion at the U.S./Canada borderA fight for survival against the Yukon
I had followed the Yukon River for about 500 kilometres of its over 3 000 kilometre length and been surprised by the strength of its current. Klaune’s glaciers were only one of the sources that contributed to the Yukon’s drive.
Continue reading A fight for survival against the YukonThe Yukon’s Klaune National Park
I caught a private bus to Whitehorse where I rented a car. The Yukon’s capital lacked the atmosphere of Dawson City, but it still had the Yukon River powering past its door.
Continue reading The Yukon’s Klaune National ParkHeading true north
I had a desire for a long time to see the Arctic Ocean. So, one summer I booked a one-way flight to Whitehorse and then up to Inuvik in the very north of the North-West Territories. Inuvik felt like the end of the earth and in a way, it was. The streets appeared desolate, and it didn’t take long to walk from one side of town to the other.
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