Yukon- the sequel
The Yukon. I was blown away last year on my drive Outside. The only negative was the crappy motels and that I had to rush through. More time this trip. I have no job, so time is not in short supply.
Spent the first night in my car in an Alaska rest area. Cold. So cold. Grateful for my -5 F sleeping bag. Couldn’t get comfortable though. Usually I sleep great in my car; not this time. Long night. No auroras either. Too cloudy. Up and on the road before dawn. Easy to leave when all it requires is moving a few bags in the car and switching to the driver seat.
Alaska-Yukon border. Old cabins practically shouting to be photographed. I stop. How could I not?
Onward. Eastward. Entering Canada, once again frustrations at the border. Guard wants to look into my car. I bite my tongue, wanting to ask if he has reasonable cause. I have nothing more exciting than1bottle of wine I didn’t drink in Denali. Sure. Look in my car. Have at it.
I think he was disappointed.
Drive through Beaver Creek, only stopping for gas. I make an ugly face at Ida’s place motel, the horrible shithole I stayed in last year. Onward. drive. Stop for photos. Repeat. Repeat more.
At one point I stop at the canyon creek bridge, same spot I shot last year. It’s beautiful so why not? At another I spend 3 hours photographing close ups of leaves, moss, lichen, and berries.
The fall colors are fantastic, and the fresh snow on the peaks is a bonus. Only bummer is the clouds. Minimal sunlight to brighten up the scenes.
I am content. Happy.
Wait, I’m currently in Ecuador to take Spanish lessons. Lets try that again.
yo estoy muy feliz y contento.
taking a side dirt road at one point, I am amused when it turns to pavement for a mile but has lots of plants growing through it. Probably a outdated section of the highway; it gets rerouted regularly.
I camp several nights, weather is fantastic if a bit chilly. One day I go for a run, attempting to run dirt roads but they keep fading into nothing so I run more on the road.
A runner on the AK highway, 30 miles from the nearest anything definitely gets a lot of strange looks. Passing through Whitehorse, I feel the need for a gym workout. Someone directs me to their city rec center. Only $7 for a huge complex with lots of equipment. Happiness.
Watson Lake. Last town before the BC border. Out of water. $7 for 1 gallon of water. Seriously? the same jug was $3 in a more remote town a few days back. But Watson Lake has one of the coolest tourist sites ever – the signpost forest. Thousands of signs and license plates from around the world. Sadly, I failed to upload any of those pics to WordPress before I packed my computer. Sigh. Google it. Better yet, startpage.com it and keep google from knowing your business.
Pictures below. As always click a thumbnail to start a slideshow.
i just bought an iPad for this trip; I am unfortunately discovering that wordpress doesn’t work well with safari in iOS. So the posts may be a bit different for a while. Meaning, please excuse any typos and other weirdness.
And Pam – just for you. No yuckiness!!