Showing posts with label yukon journals. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yukon journals. Show all posts

Monday, March 20, 2017

Yukon Episode Five: All Good Things Come to an End

Mary and I hitch from Fairbanks to Eagle, float a canoe to Circle, then hitch back to Fairbanks. 
This is the fifth and final episode. Read the first, second, third, and fourth episodes.
August 2013 - Yukon River
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On the fifth day we woke to wander the grounds of Slaven Roadhouse until the mosquitoes made us tire of our explorations in bloodletting. Tidied up camp on the hill then packed the canoe by the river. I couldn't resist a dip in the cold, clear Coal Creek, flowing into the Yukon just upriver. I walked a short ways to a hole deep enough to disappear in - eureka! A fine chilling dip, dried by the sun, bliss. Afterwards, returned to the lady who disdained this cold creek and steered our craft back out into the constant flow.


Monday, August 22, 2016

Yukon Episode Four: Mists of Meandering

Mary and I hitch from Fairbanks to Eagle, float a canoe to Circle, then hitch back to Fairbanks. 
This is episode four. Read the first, second, and third episodes.
August 2013 - Yukon River
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Thirty-five miles today. Though we were in no hurry, the allure of paddling kept our vessel steaming along the rivers pulse. The time too had an undercurrent, a thing already in motion on whose back we were riding, and slid away with each pull of the paddle and twist of the wrist. We lay on the float making up songs or remembering those others have made, reading aloud, imagining a history of this landscape being formed by mythical creatures, and wordlessly breathing in our surroundings.

Monday, March 30, 2015

Yukon Episode Three: An End To Walking; Welcomed Flotation

Mary and I hitch from Fairbanks to Eagle, float a canoe to Circle, then hitch back to Fairbanks. 
This is episode three. Read the first and second episodes.
August 2013 - Yukon River
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After the meek Pio and effusive Gabrielle disappeared from Jack Wade's Junction in a cloud of gravel dust, we cinched our packs and headed up the road towards Eagle, 67 miles onward at the terminus of this high gravel route. Two miles in we stopped to have a seat and appreciate the expansive view to the east of the Canadian border. Despite an unseemly amount of scanning the horizon, that swath of hewn trees marking the boundary between Canada and the USA did not show. We wondered if the practice of clearcutting along the 49th parallel is not perpetuated at the Alaska - Canada border, where we were observing, along the 141st meridian west.




Friday, February 27, 2015

Yukon Episode Two: Handy Hitchers Head Hither

Mary and I hitch from Fairbanks to Eagle, float a canoe to Circle, then hitch back to Fairbanks. 
This is episode two. Read the first episode.
August 2013 - Yukon River
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Our next lift shot past at the five mile marker, then turned around to make the retrieval. He had just roared down the highway, rocketing past a string of motorcycles and our raised ride hooks. Twenty years old and on the run from the law, our driver said he had picked us up hoping to accrue good karma. He told of his current heartache, and the tempest he was now caught up in, of rotten luck and worse associations. 

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Yukon Episode One: A Tale of Two Trotting Taters

Mary and I hitch from Fairbanks to Eagle, float a canoe to Circle, then hitch back to Fairbanks. 
This is episode one of five.
August 2013 - Yukon River
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It seemed like we started talking of floating the Yukon within 15 minutes of first meeting each other.  Maybe a bit later, but certainly a point of mutual attraction that winter of 2012, that we both wished to set out on the big river with all we would need for a week of slipping down the slippery spine of the last frontier, rolling downhill on this ancient highway. 
People  looking for home came up this self-same river long ago, in small groups, but only so far at first. Years later, on the eastern terminus, across a great swelling of lakes backing up to tree-pitched mountains, a different sort of prospector started down the river, en masse, a rowdy herd.

Monday, February 16, 2015

Transmitted: Yukon Update Inevitable

ANNOUNCEMENT - YUKON JOURNALS SOON TO APPEAR

Kind readers, bored perusers, and lost strangers, be ye known of the following facts:

The author has unearthed and edited a torrid stream of words compiled in the days following a journey he and Mary took down the Yukon, way back in the halcyon days of the year of our Alaska 2013. Within this mysterious tale, two souls hitchhike 400 miles out to that glorious river, where they uncover a canoe stowed just for them and, within its fiberglass enclosure, set out upon the liquid highway

A week of wandering will be contained within six episodes. Look it for, long for it, bate your breath and save space in your mind, for it will surely be a treat to savor for the ages.

The first episode will be promptly published, replete with photographic proof, just as soon as the editing is complete.