Downhill to Alaska! (and uphill out)

It is all downhill into Alaska. Just before crossing the border I had met the fox. 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!) But mostly of crazy skidoo & ski antics.…

The Spell of the Yukon

That’s how this famous poem from Robert Service, an Englishman who moved out to the Klondike after the gold rush years, starts. Now I wanted gold too, but of a different kind. And far more easy to find here in Dawson City. Especially under Dori’s guidance. Dori had invited me to come and stay at her…

A New World

You wouldn’t think that after all these years on the road I still be an unorganised chaotic mess. Unless your my mum or dad. Then it probably wouldn’t surprise you at all. The list of things I’ve forgotten/lost along the way grows again. Added this time are, a coffee filter, my bikini, a pretty japanese…