It is hard to believe seven months have passed since we arrived in the Alaskan interior. Time has passed quickly. I tired working a second job in a kitchen but do to old injuries that is no longer an option.
As a person with Dyslexia its was mind blowing to be ask to write a series of articles for a publication that my mom subscribes to. Attached is part 4 in the travel series…
Dawson Creek and the Canadian Yukon…
The celebrated author Jack London brought to life the wilds of the Canadian Yukon and Alaska. His real life experience in the Yukon gold fields at the age of 21 became the foundation for his writing. Famous titles of White Fang, Call of the Wild. Love of Life, Queen of the Yukon along with many other titles brought in time international fame. It brought many young adventurers out to the last great frontier.
During the Gold Rush years it was a bustling a stopping point for resupplies for prospectors heading to and from the gold fields. These gold fields were located far and near in the expansive Canadian Yukon and the wilds of Alaska. Some legends have it that bartenders got rich from the gold dust that fell out of the drunken miners pockets. his precious dust fell into the saw dust as would be swept into the piles at the end of the night.. and set a side to be sorted later..
Building the Alaska Highway was first discussed in the 1920’s . However its construction was began in 1942 after the attack by Japan on the Aleutian Islands. The highway was completed in 1948. It addition to its strategic importance on national defense the hope was it was spur economic development.
The town of Dawson Creek is an interesting colorful stop with a blend of old and modern. The town is a strong tourist themed destination that celebrates its colorful history.
We didn’t spend much time in town. The step back in time happened a few hours out of Dawson Creek. We noticed signed for a gas station prior to pulling down the nicely snow cleared road. When I pulled the moving truck up to the gas pump we were immediately greeted by a sweet older blue healer cross. Unfortunately our own dog early on in our trip figured out how to break out of her crate. She had become very territorial over the truck and was quick to defend her temp new space. So I had the girls stay in the truck with the dog while I went into pre pay for gas.
My mouth dropped open when I went in and the faint scent of the tanned hides met my nose. As I looked up and around there were several furs hanging up for sale along with some tourist nic knacks. The has trading post owner explained that several local friends still run trap lines as part of a subsistence life style that is still practiced along the area.
After returning to the truck I sent the girls in to view the experience of the modern day trading post and look at the pictures on walls that showed what the seasonal life style of the local community embraced. It turned out this trading post was a ranch were visitors could leave the Internet and the fast paced life style behind and experience of life style almost forgotten.
One of the nicest part of this trip so far was the absence of frequent Internet access. It gave the opportunity for quality time as a family. The Alaska Milepost book became our computer and navigator. The maps and descriptions were accurate and it made it easier to connect to areas were driving through.
Onward into the wilderness we drove. Each turn and curve brought an entirely new and amazing view. The valleys and fjords brought a new and inspiring connection to the expansive rugged pristine wildernesses lost long ago in the lower 48. The carving in the mountain sides brought wonder and amazement of the natural processes the ice bergs the that created such perfect symmetry over the course of time in the mountains. ..