The Chilkoot Pass at the Linderman Lake end, looked easy enough but from Skagway it involved a steep climb. Fine if you had nothing to carry, but prospectors lugged all their heavy supplies. While I explored the area, three hikers took off for the three-day trek. Continue reading Chilkoot and White Pass Trails
After lingering in Carcross, we finally boarded the train and were off, passing kilometre upon kilometre of Bennett Lake. When we reached the end of Lindeman Lake, the train stopped because this was where gold miners built their canoes then paddled upstream heading for Dawson City, in the direction I had come from. Continue reading By train from Carcross to Lindeman Lake
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
Leaving U.S.A. for Whitehorse, there were only two cars ahead to enter British Columbia, Canada before crossing over into the Yukon.
I didn’t understand the delay. Continue reading Confusion at the U.S./Canada border
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 took an hour flight over some of Klaune National Park’s glaciers. The snow packed on top and between the mountains was hard to get a grip on, even while flying over the glaciers, Continue reading The Yukon’s mighty glaciers of Klaune National Park
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
I toured some of the town’s old buildings, preserved but locked. Continue reading Dawson City wandering