The original original plan was to have the helicopter ride first day in Dawson. On the way up that plan changed because of weather. The boat ride down the Yukon River to 40 Mile got bumped up. This was one of the oldest towns in Yukon, established in 1886, and was the happening place until the famous gold rush started. It was a First Nations settlement for generations out of mind before that because it's where the caribou cross the Yukon River during migration. It's now a historic site, and kind of tough to get to unless you own or rent a boat, and know where you're going.
The problem here is that there are about 100 edited photos of the tour. Some are misty tree and river hillside photos. Some people photos. Some historic bits of overgrown metal. Old buildings and stuff. A wrecked steamboat. Water reflection photos, including a panorama that would print out 5 feet wide or so. Fall colours. I don't know whether to present them in the order taken, group them by topic, do it in random order, or what.
Our tour and boat ride was done by Tommy Taylor of Fishwheel Charters. A fishwheel is an interesting device used to catch fish. (Duh!) I had never heard of it before, but it's remarkably simple in operation. It uses the current of the river to turn a pair of nets that scoop up fish and dump them into a hopper to be processed.
1. So let's begin where I begin, which is part way through the day. The reflections were stunning, so most of us spent some time capturing them. I'm sure there is a wall somewhere that would love to have this 50 x 20 inch panorama hanging on it.
2. We also spent some time enjoying them. That was part of the entire trip for us, to enjoy the scenery with our eyes, and not just through a camera viewfinder.
3. Once Tommy dropped us off, the only noise was what we made. It was a bit weird, being dropped off quite literally in the middle of nowhere, by a guy we didn't know very well, trusting that our driver Kevin would be able to drive down roads he'd never been on before, to deliver us a picnic lunch, and take us back to Dawson.
5. The info sign. I like taking photos of these to remind me where I'd been.
6. Tommy leaving us. It got very quiet. The last time it was this quiet for me was in a fjord off Doubtful Sound, where they turn the boat off, and ask people to turn off their phones and not talk or move around. All you can hear is seabirds and waves splashing the boat. This was quieter than that. Any birds were quiet. There was no wind in the trees. The nearest mechanized vehicles are more than a mile away through a dense forest. This might well be the quietest place I've ever been to.
7. A couple abstracts for you.
9. Some of the overgrown stuff. Once upon a time there was a dredge operation here, given the buckets, but there's no other evidence of it.
13. An old building with old stuff inside. I was regretting not bringing the film camera along. (News of which, I haven't seen the developed negatives yet.)
19. One of my buddies working on a photo.
18. Flo is a short woman. I would have to duck quite a bit to get through that door.
19. Enjoying the view and silence.
20. We came back along the Top of the World Highway.
23. At the end of the day we crossed the ferry into Dawson itself. I like watching the ferry go back and forth. It's not a cable ferry, it's piloted, free form across a river with a stiff current, and grounded on a gravel bank on either shore.
24. Oh, and the promised fish wheel, with Tommy operating it. Not that it takes much supervision if there's no logs and no fish.
27. My favourite misty forest hillside photo.