16 June: Days-9, Total 10; Miles-52, Total-304 - Chuck

Fortunately, I was feeling better this morning. Since I was awake half of the night, I slept later than usual. It was nearly 7am; I quickly struck the tent and packed my gear. Bill gave me a mug of coffee, I used it to wash down one of the blueberry bagels he gave me yesterday and we got underway.

I had intended to write yesterday's journal this morning over a few cups of coffee. Instead, I worked on it as we floated down the river. Bill kept paddling, so I would drift and write, then paddle hard to catch up. This went on much of the morning and the miles slipped by quickly.

We stopped to look at Minto Station, another old way station for the stagecoach line. About all that is left is a large flat cleared area where a small community once toiled to make a living in this remote land. The road to Dawson was built by the White Pass Line Company to carry the mail under a government contract. In the 1930's it became cheaper to deliver mail to Dawson by air and way stations fell by the wayside. Then in 1955 the new Klondike highway was built to Dawson using a more direct route. Many little communities were on portions of the old stage road that was not part of the new highway, most of them are now ghost towns. Minto is one such town.

We overtook a group of seven Germans canoeing from Whitehorse to Dawson. Elizabeth Wiengard is leading the group. I chatted briefly with her when we caught up to them, then again when we stopped to see old Fort Selkirk. Elizabeth and her husband canoed to the Bering Sea in 1991. I had lots of questions for her.

Fort Selkirk is very interesting. It was an old Northwest Mounted Police outpost and it has been maintained wonderfully. Houses, cabins, out buildings, trading post, school house, a church, etc. (all log construction) are still functional, but only used as a museum. A First Nation historical preservation group maintains it. The fort was operational until about 1935. We had planned to camp at the fort but the German group planned to stay there so we moved on down river about five miles.

Earlier today the Pelly River joined the Yukon. That great river brought with it more glacial silt making the silt concentration in the Yukon even higher. For miles, the right bank of the Yukon has been lined with huge, steep volcanic/basalt cliffs; just beautiful.

My dinner was exceptional: raw carrots for an appetizer (shared with Bill), a lettuce and tomato salad, a spanish rice & pasta main course and for dessert, a dollop of banana nut bread/dough that Bill whipped up. Pretty high living for the outback!



 

 


 

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