Wednesday night I roadside camped a mile from the Northern Rockies Lodge at Muncho Lake. The rain followed me all the way from Teslin and continued all night. With all the water, rocks from the steep slopes were loosened, sending them down to the roadway and making the drive even more hazardous. I stopped at … Read more
I reached Watson Lake after spending the night 170 miles away at Teslin Lake. I immediately drove to Wye Lake Park, where I enjoyed my time with birds on my previous visits. I hoped that the Red-Necked Grebe eggs I saw on my last visit might have turned into fuzzy chicks. It had been two … Read more
I left Whitehorse Sunday morning with a plan on returning to the pond on the Tagish Road south of Jakes Corner. Two weeks ago, while on my way to Whitehorse, I met Horned Grebes there, as well as Lesser Yellowlegs, snipe, and blackbirds. I hoped the grebes might have babies by now. (They did not.) … Read more
After my Friday morning at McIntyre Marsh, I explored the riverside area that my new British Columbia friends suggested. I found the location and walked almost a mile into the woods along its trails through the woodlands on the river’s southern shore. The trails were lovely, but there wasn’t a single peep from any birds. … Read more
Paraphrasing Canada’s own Robbie Robertson, “I pulled into Whitehorse, was feeling ‘bout half-past dead, I just need to find a place, where I can lay my head.” It was a hard push getting to Whitehorse, and it took a toll on my endurance. I arrived on June 9th, and didn’t leave until the morning of … Read more
Rather than chase the same birds as I did Wednesday, I wanted to try for birds in an area yet unexplored by me. Lake Labarge, the subject of Robert Service’s epic poem “The Cremation of Sam McGee”, is but a few miles north of Whitehorse. After I finished my breakfast at Legends Restaurant, and under … Read more
After arriving in Whitehorse last Friday (June-10), I took several days off from the rigors of the road and capturing new images. I used the time to rest, recuperate, and catch up with blogs from my earlier adventures. When I finished with my blogs, a three-day rainstorm blew in, and all I could do was … Read more
[and an unexpected connection to a certain pumpkin-headed ex-president.] I did a little digging into the history of Whitehorse, and among the tidbits I gathered, I learned Don-the-Con Trump’s grandfather ran a brothel here during the Klondike gold rush. And it wasn’t his first endeavor in the flesh peddling business. Twice before in the Seattle … Read more
My journey to Whitehorse was another long drive, and I took two days to cover the distance. I left Tuesday and didn’t pull into Whitehorse until Thursday. I slept Wednesday on the outskirts of Teslin, then I drove the last 111 miles to Whitehorse. I made one stop that I found especially exciting on a … Read more
If I would have had any cell reception after leaving the Fort Nelson area, I’d have parked at a wide spot along my route to Watson Lake. Since the work I do to prepare and submit my blogs requires the internet, I pushed onward, all the way to Watson Lake, the so-called “Gateway To The … Read more
