And even luckier, I met Mason.
Who just happened to be up there taking photo’s, not necessarily of me & foxes
(although he has some absolutely stunning ones of this fox!)
That and Wind!
I have been in winter so long that spring seems a welcome change.
But of course it was a Sunday and no spoon or cup-store open today.
And I found out that for the mere price of three dollars you could take whatever you fancy.
This is what I took…
And it’s not like my panniers where full to the brim already anyway 😉
I ran into Mattias at the library, he just finished a stint as a ski instructor and was driving a car around the country. I told him about the sale I was at earlier but that was all finished up when we got back there, the pile of free stuff had grown though, so we did what only seems natural.
And then we had some beers (truly! we did that dress-up all sober)
Not quite as jolly as about 117 years ago when this was a busy brothel during the Klondike gold-rush.
I liked Skagway!
And back across the border into Canada.
Special thanks to the lady at customs who granted me another 6 months to do a whole lot more cycling over this part of the globe!
I’d seen no bears this time, so I wasn’t worried about pitching my tent.
It’s small village where the Caribou used to cross a natural land bridge.Also hometown of ‘Skookum Jim” I’ve heard that name many times as I’ve been cycling the route of the Klondike stampeders backwards.
Skookum Jim and his mates Charlie and Carmack found gold at Bonanza Creek back in 1896 wich set off the whole herd of people hurrying to Dawson City with big dreams and great hopes.
By the time most of them got there, all the land was already claimed and the whole rush didn’t last more than 2 years.
Here in Carcross I visited the information centre
It’s a very windy place as well, but this time it worked in my favour as it blew me straight back up to Whitehorse. Past a pretty blue lake and back to the Shiers. Where, in the meantime, spring has shown up too!Some of the flowers that are used for designs on Mukluks.
A soft, traditional boot worn by the people of the Northern Arctic regions. Often elaborately decorated, like these
Made by Helen’s friend. (they are for sale too)
I visited Miles Canyon, where stampeders tried getting their self-build boats through the rapids and build a temporary camp.
Now it’s a great place to go kayaking
By taking this little Alaska-loop around I’d cut myself a bit short on time.
The last road I really wanted to ride started about 400km down the Alaska highway.
So I found Ray.Ray is a truck driver from Vancouver and rides up to Whitehorse every month or so.
He agreed to shift me & my gear a few 100 km’s down the track so I could enjoy the Stewart Cassiar highway at a leisurely pace.
May is the best time of year to cycle down the Stewart Cassiar if you like to see bears.
If you don’t (like me) well, that’s just bad luck
Everybody had warned me that there will be many bears about this time of year. They are just waking up after winter and hungry.
But there are many plants, so they shouldn’t be too hungry for me.
I’ve been warned, I’ve googled, I’ve even read a book.
I know what to do, I got my bearspray, my bearbangers and the happy little bells hanging of my handlebar. I know not to leave food laying around and to make lots of noise.
Yes. I am about as prepared as she gets.
Still, knowing what to do and not giving in to your gut reaction (RUN & and shit your pants a little) takes some convincing yourself.
But when I shouted to the bear to bugger off to the woods where he belongs it worked!
He walked across my road and disappeared in the woods. Easy!
But it looked more like a fantasy-candy-making machine.
It didn’t take very long at all before I ran into the next bear.
I tried again, he looked up, looked at me, and did a step in my direction. Whoops.
This one must be faulty. Didn’t he read the bear-manual?
I got my bearspray out, just in case, and slowly tried to walk by with my bike.
I pushed in the spray with my handlebar and accidentally bear-sprayed my legs and bike!
And I discovered you can’t just wash it off in the creek either. It burned like hell!
Just when it started to get a little worrisome a vehicle came up and asked if I’m alright.
I was (apart from burning legs) as long as they’d keep the vehicle between me and that bear.
2 bears down.