Watching Winter come down the mountains
It’s always great to get home after a long trip. As much as I enjoyed all the places Dad and I visited, I can’t really imagine a place other than the Yukon being my home. Sometimes I need to take a drive to re-confirm that last statement, so yesterday, Monty and I went to Skagway.
We were away from the house early – the first photo was shot a few miles down the South Klondike Highway at 08:34.
Along Tutshi Lake, with the temperature still sitting at +2°C (35.6°F).
The Skagway River and airport.
After a crazy-busy cruise ship season, it always feels odd to see the Railroad Dock so quiet.
Picking up my mail, I was deeply saddened to see this notice on the post office bulletin board. Boyd and I had many pleasant chats over the years – about motorcycles, photography and just about the amazing world we live in. He was a fine gentleman, and I’m really going to miss him.
No longer in the mood to enjoy Skagway or the drive, we were headed home a few minutes after 11:00. This is the only photo I took on the way – with the high country now frozen, most waterfalls have quit flowing, and even the large ones are just a trickle.
As soon as I post this, I’m heading to the airport to fly to Vancouver. There, I’m picking up a car belonging to a friend who just moved to Whitehorse, and driving it up for her. The weather forecast is for rain almost all the way, but I’m hoping for good Fall colours at least.
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