It was sunny day and the temperature was quite warm even though it only reached about 25 C (77F). It must be that the sun is closer to us in the north. The days are very long and it never gets completely dark.
I spent the day in Whitehorse. One of the first things I did was to pick up a fishing license at the local Canadian Tire store. It is the biggest store in the franchise that I have ever seen.
I also went to the McBride Museum of Yukon History. I thoroughly enjoyed this museum. There was a special presentation by one of the locals, who eloquently recited poems by Robert W. Service. Generally I’m not one to listen to poetry, but they related to the history of the Yukon and they were very well articulated by the presenter.
There are numerous old artifacts and machines that I found interesting such as the early equipment used by the gold diggers, as well as old dental, barber, printing equipment, etc. There are also mountings of local animal life (lynx, cougar, grizzly, polar bear, wolverine, etc) and household items used in the early days.
I was not allowed to take photographs inside but there were a few things outside that I was able to photograph.
There was an old hydro electric generator that I found fascinating although it looked like they were making some renovations in the area.
The old steam engine locomotive also intrigued me.
After seeing the museum, I went to the information centre to get maps and detailed information about things to do while I’m here.
I then met Pat at the ” Bake Shop ” for a coffee/tea. We visited for a few hours and then I headed back to camp.
Tuesday morning I will be embarking on an new adventure. In the Yukon there are a lot of places that are ” off the grid ” but I will try to update my blog, as soon as I can. Stay tuned.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Ralf Hamm 