July 10, 2006
I blinked, and now my only holidays for the summer are over.
We made it out of camp on Friday and into Mayo at 4pm after a 2 hour helicopter flight. I was very lucky to have a place to stay in Mayo with my cousin Trevor and his girlfriend Kerrie. I was also very lucky to get a shower and laundry done in short order after arriving, which I am sure they were grateful for too. Mike finally arrived at about 10 pm and sported some sort of growth on his face, some would call it a beard. I was still able to recognize him though. The next day we took Mike on the standard tour up to Keno Hill, but unfortunately the clouds were right down to the ground, so we had to look at postcards of the signpost instead of actually driving up to it (it’s a really common photo spot in the Yukon). We did get to see the museum and have hot dogs at Mike’s place (different Mike!) so it was still really good. We managed to get Trevor’s truck very dirty – apparently the dirtiest it’s ever been!
That night was nice because we went to see Pat and Ada (Trevor’s grandparents) who have been really nice to our family. Of course they fed us (even though we had supper already) and we left with a bag of goodies. They have so many interesting stories and know so much about the area. Pat is in his mid-eighties so things were a lot different for him growing up. He showed us a picture of him and his brothers and sisters on a raft on the Yukon River, the oldest around 14. They lived near Pelly Crossing and in the fall would head down the river to Dawson City for school. I guess it was about a 4 day trip. Pat said that his father would tell them: “Why should I par for a steamboat ticket when the river flows that way?!” A very different life.
Sunday we drove to Dawson City. Thankfully we left the rainy weather behind. Trevor and Kerrie went golfing while Mike and I puttered around town. We had ice cream and saw some of the sights. For supper we went to a fabulous Mediterranean restaurant, which seemed entirely out of place in Dawson. Then we were off to Diamond Tooth Gerties. We did not gamble but did watch the Can Can Dancers. It was quite good and Trevor almost got dragged up on stage. After having a few drinks (the first for me in over a month) we headed out into the sunlight at 1am back to Klondike Kate’s, where we were staying.
I left the next morning with my crew (who were also staying in Dawson) and I left Mike in the care of Trevor and Kerrie. A really terrific weekend and so many thanks to Trevor and Kerrie, who were extremely gracious hosts and patient tour guides. I hope Mike and I can return the favour some day.
I’m back to work after my 2 days of holiday, which has to last me until the end of the summer apparently. Although, we were informed right before our holiday that our program will be cancelled at the end of July instead of the end of August. Whoops, they didn’t have enough money! The company has said that they will try and find us other placements in other camps, but who knows [they are all now going to Blende Camp].
For now though, we are in an absolutely stunning lodge on the Canol Road, just inside the NWT border. Yesterday morning we left from Dawson City and drove south, the first 4 or 5 hours were uneventful. The drive to Faro was quite pretty and we hit the town of Ross River at five o’clock. We filled up the gas tank (last stop for gas on that road!) and headed for the ferry. Lo and behold, the ferry closes at 5… We talked to the ferry operator and pleaded our case but he had no sympathy for being 10 minutes late. Faced with spending the night in Ross River, we drove around a bit and suddenly noticed that the ferry was moving across the river. We went up to this ferry operator to see if we could persuade him to help us out. “For a price” he told us. Well, I’ve never had to bribe anyone before. He made it seem like it was all official, but I think we all had some serious doubts. I felt like asking if we could get a receipt for it, but thought twice ☺. Then we were finally on our way down the famed Canol Road. For the most part it is a single track that you can’t go faster than 60 km/h. It was okay going (only 1 big puddle splashed over the hood) until the last 40 km. Usually the lodge sends an old army truck out to get people across the last stretch, but it is passable by truck… if you don’t mind a few dents and scratches. The worst part was a part they called the Boulder Creek, where we needed the truck in 4 wheel low, in 1st gear… and we still just barely made it. The truck got high centered a few times, and we scrubbed both bumpers… thank goodness it’s a company truck! We finally rolled into the lodge at 12:30, ending our day of 14 hrs of driving. The Canol Road is incredibly scenic and quite nice if enjoy the isolation. Oh, I forgot to mention 2 things: 1) We were driving a Ford – take that JJ! 2) I got to drive the nasty stretch, which was super fun!
Melissa








