Ok, they let us back on the ALCAN this morning post fire. We watched the firemen and their bladder bags (they look like big rubber children's wading pools) do their thing...and amen for the rain to put it out....the length of the fire along the highway was about 20 plus miles....a drop in the bucket out here but a long way to see it smoking and smoldering. Buba forgot my pillow and the chord to my Blackberry at the hotel a gazillion miles back. You can imagine what a happy camper I was all day. You're thinking why doesn't she take her own dang pillow and cord...cause he used it last and did the room check today. He is now fired from the room check duty.
The wide open spaces continue to be breath taking with very few travellers (by far more trucks)...do they usually have more tourists? Is it the economy? The scenery continues to be majestic and never ending. The valleys nestled between towering mountains and lakes and rivers just keep coming. These vast wide open spaces continue to amaze us. While the gas price just keeps going up and up we are still thankful to be out here in this magical space. And may I add, a little pricey out here for everything else as well.
Today we saw lots of "Buffalo Chips" on the roadside pavement....Buba said the Buffalo come up to the road and lick the pavement for the salt left over from winter. And where there are Buffalo Chips there are B
uffalo's. Several, just munching or taking it easy on the grass next to the road. The cars/trucks didn't seem to bother them...there they stood or sat. I was fascinated by the up close and personal encounter (from the car of course). Big and beautiful with some odd hairdos (hey, sounds like someone I know). Buba how long can you watch those Buffalo eat grass? Payback was unnerving, I had to hear Buba sing Buffalo Bob's song for the rest of the day....We couldn't resist stopping for lunch at Muncho Lake. Named by the Kaska people who have sourced food here for Milena. Was hoping for something besides Keiths Carry Out. No, but he did get me a Dove Bar at the Truck Stop. So that helped. I must say these Western Canadians are quite a tidy bunch. Very clean out this way. Something else we noticed, who knew the Yukonians were different in personality than the BC'ers? Unfortunately we will miss the International Chainsaw Carving Championship Invitational in Chetwynd. Buba begged to stay but finally relented when I said there's always next year.
Watson Lake was a stop off, known for gold panning. I tried. No luck so I had Buba try and try and try some more. No gold. Then I made him promise to just pick me a little something at the local jewelry store to make up for "his" bad luck.
And talk about the Gold Rush....WHITEHORSE-THE YUKON!
This is the Yukon! We are way true North. Remember Sargent Preston The Royal Mountie TV show? "ON K
ING! ON YOU HUSKIES!" My favorite Mounted Policeman. Always busting up those Gold Rush scams and I certainly liked his outfit-and his pooch.
This is the Yukon! We are way true North. Remember Sargent Preston The Royal Mountie TV show? "ON K
ING! ON YOU HUSKIES!" My favorite Mounted Policeman. Always busting up those Gold Rush scams and I certainly liked his outfit-and his pooch.
Must come back for the FROSTBITE MUSIC FESTIVAL/FEB and the BURNING AWAY THE WINTER BLUES FESTIVAL/MARCH....can you imagine? All Northern. All Fun!
Pleep has taken a liking to the Canadian Pickled Beans. Ate everything in the bottle...then we had to suffer for it later! That darn monkey gets into most everything.
