Yukon Wildflowers

In the Dawson City Visitor’s Center, one of the guides gave us a little booklet about wildflowers in the region. I think she probably realized how good of a fit this gift was – considering the number of hours that we stare at the edge of the road!

Most of the flowers below prefer “dry, rocky soil.” That condition exactly describes the gravel shoulder on every road we’ve been riding. So, you can imagine that we’ve been seeing these flowers a lot.

Tufted Fleabane (Sunflower family). It was believed that bunches of the dried plant would drive out fleas. (Luckily we haven't had to test this with our tent!)

Tufted Fleabane (Sunflower family). It was believed that bunches of the dried plant would drive out fleas. (Luckily we haven’t had to test this with our tent!)

Tall Lungwort (Borage family). The leaves of this plant are edible. Instead of making a salad, we added some to our rice and it added a nice almost oregano-like flavor. Eaten raw, the leaves were like a sweet lettuce.

Tall Lungwort (Borage family). The leaves of this plant are edible. Instead of making a salad, we added some to our rice and it added a nice almost oregano-like flavor. Eaten raw, the leaves were like a sweet lettuce.

Showy Jacob's Ladder (Phlox family). The name refers to the ladder-like arrangement of the leaves.

Showy Jacob’s Ladder (Phlox family). The name refers to the ladder-like arrangement of the leaves.

Northern Sweet-vetch (Pea family). This one is known to be poisonous, but there is a flower that looks very similar ("Bear-root" or "Indian Potato") for which the roots are edible.

Northern Sweet-vetch (Pea family). This one is known to be poisonous, but there is a flower that looks very similar (“Bear-root” or “Indian Potato”) for which the roots are edible.

Arctic Lupine (Pea family). Very common throughout the Yukon, and also poisonous.

Arctic Lupine (Pea family). Very common throughout the Yukon, and also poisonous.

Horned Dandelion (Sunflower family). These are slightly different than the ones that probably grow in your yard!

Horned Dandelion (Sunflower family). This probably looks very familiar, but it is slightly different than the ones that probably grow in your yard!

Tidbits – June 1, 2014

Here are a few items that have been bouncing around our heads as we ride…

Robert Service Poetry

We loved the introduction to Robert Service by the Parks Canada interpreters in Dawson City. His poems give the feel of the Yukon and roll off the tongue with flourish. You can read some of his poetry online, for example at RobertWService.com. One of the most famous is The Cremation of Sam McGee.

Percy the Mailman

In Dawson, we heard a fantastic story of a mailman named Percy who served for about 40 years delivering mail year-round in the far north. His route was from Dawson up and over to Eagle, AK, from around 1900 to the 1940s. Here is the story of when Percy got frozen to his sled…

He was dogsledding on the frozen Yukon river. Although the dogs were light and ran across some thin ice, his sled broke through. The sled fell in the water with him and his letters, becoming drenched. At the moment he was falling, he yelled “Mush!” and the dogs pulled the sled out of the water and on top of the ice. It was so cold that the water froze him to the sled – boots, legs, arms, and all. However, the dogs knew the way to the next town and just kept on running. When Percy arrived, the townsfolk cut through the ice to free him from his sled. He emerged from the ice unharmed!

Question Time

We’re a few weeks in now, and I imagine you may have some questions about our trip. Do you wonder about the big picture of where we’re heading? Or maybe the day-to-day things like how we do our dishes? Write your questions in the comments below, or via the Contact Us page, and we’ll answer some in a new post on our next rest day.

Fibonacci Sequence and Mi/Km

This one is really nerdy, so prepare yourself! … Now that we’re in Canada, and distances are in kilometers, we’ve been practicing and getting better at converting between miles and kilometers. I was a little bored one day, and decided to work out a few conversion points (rounded to nearest integer) to use as a reference: 1 mi = 2 km; 2 mi = 3 km; 3 mi = 5 km; 5 mi = 8 km; 8 mi = 13 km; 13 mi = 21 km; 21 mi = 34 km; 34 mi = 55 km; 55 mi = 89 km …

To this point, it happens to be the same as the Fibonacci Sequence: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, … ! I think this is because the golden ratio (1.618…) and the mi to km conversion (1.609) are nearly identical. I will leave it to my math friends to argue any other points.

A long travel between towns – Dawson City to Whitehorse.

There are 333 miles between Dawson City and Whitehorse, which translates to five and a half days of riding through isolated, forested terrain. It was beautiful, and long, and almost always daylight. We saw ground squirrels, a fox, and a grizzly bear. We spent three nights camping next to the road, hidden in little pockets out of the view of drivers, and two nights in lovely Yukon government campgrounds. Now we are resting for a few days in Whitehorse, and staying with a friend I (Daisy) made on my last trip through the area nearly four years ago.

The 5-Finger rapids on the Yukon River.

The 5-Finger rapids on the Yukon River.

This part of our trip is challenging: we must plan for long stretches between grocery stores, and spend many hours pedaling through scenery that is vast and very slowly changing. At times, it is psychologically tiring, particularly when the road is straight for miles at a time with strong headwinds! I will give you the highlights in this post.

 

Tailings cover the entire valley.

Tailings cover the entire valley as you leave Dawson City.

Outside of Dawson City we rode through miles and miles of ‘tailings’, the giant piles of rock that were left over after the massive dredges finished digging up the rivers in search of gold. It is absolutely remarkable how we humans have changed the landscape, even in these remote areas. The first day of riding south was good to us – there was a strong enough tailwind that we didn’t even mind the rain that blew over us. We rode through miles of forests, and spent our fist night camping near a gravel pile. It was actually very nice!

Gravel pile campsite. Not bad!

Gravel pile campsite. Not bad!

 

Daisy and the largest mosquito we've ever seen!

Daisy and the largest mosquito we’ve ever seen!

We kept riding and riding, and finally found a little outpost of humanity in the quirky Moose Creek Lodge, where we also had our first experience with a tour bus full of folks. It was a big group from New Zealand milling around this funny little spot full of moose antlers, funny sculptures, and baked snacks. We ate some, filled up water, and kept riding until we found another hidden spot to sleep near the road.

The weather really began to get warm our third day out of Dawson, and we rode in short sleeves and shorts. The bugs are out too, and we started to get many many mosquito bites. I even got bites on my rear while sitting in a camp chair. Those little things are vicious. Just as we were getting ready to find camp this third day we head a crash in the woods next to us and both looked in time to see the back end of a grizzly bear, running quickly away from us. Of course, we decided to ride a little farther before making camp! Don’t worry, we take basic bear precautions and always cook far far from camp (like 10 miles), and store our food away from where we sleep too. I always cuddle the bear spray.

Our first glimpse of people and services again was in Carmacks on our fourth day out, where there was a wonderful grocery store with divine Nanaimo bars. We also met a fellow who had ridden from there to Guatemala and back. We spent far too long eating snacks and chips and cookies outside the grocery store, before carrying on to Twin Lakes: a lovely campground on the shore of a clear lake. We even waded in and splashed water on our tired, dirty arms and legs. What a treat!

Twin Lakes - just beautiful.

Twin Lakes – just beautiful.

The scenery began to get fantastic the last two days before Whitehorse, and we had the sense that we were experiencing bike touring at its best. The valleys, rivers, and lakes next to us seemed almost prehistoric in their beauty, and I half expected to see Jurrasic animals loping across them. We made good time and loved watching the hills and mountains pass by us. We also loved stopping at a lodge for a meal-sized cinnamon bun. Yum! We actually didn’t even need lunch that day.

Fox Lake with a partial ice cover. It was noticeably chilly near the water.

Fox Lake with partial ice cover. It was noticeably more chilly near the water.

We spent our last pre-Whitehorse night on Lake Laberge, a stunning lake formed by the Yukon River. It was peaceful. When we awoke the next morning, however, the still air was gone and there was a roaring headwind all the way to Whitehorse. The highlight of that windy ride was a bold little fox, who didn’t mind our gawking at all.

The happy couple at Lake Laberge.

The happy couple at Lake Laberge.

Now we are resting, and feeling very pampered. We are staying with a fantastic cook who has been feeding us non-stop. She has a lovely condo overlooking the Yukon River, and directly adjacent to a trail leading downtown. We will finish these updates and go to town to be tourists!

After our time here, we will go back to Alaska and visit Haines, Juneau, and Skagway. The stories up here of the gold rush era are intoxicating, and I can’t wait to go find a few books on local history at the bookstore!

We made it to Whitehorse!

We made it to Whitehorse!

Top of the World Highway: Tok to Dawson City Part II

I (Daisy) have been dreaming about this stretch of road for going on a year now.  It did not disappoint – it was both beautiful and incredibly challenging.

Leaving the campground near Chicken, the road was gently climbing and the snow was coming down.  Road conditions worsened until there were huge chunks of crushed rock between the size of an apricot and a clementine. This was a very difficult section to ride! We only had to walk a little bit though, and eventually the dirt was back. We have never been so happy to see a dirt road! It didn’t help that it snowed on us most of the morning as we climbed into the hills. We did, however, resist the urge to flag down a truck for a ride. We were tempted…

Yikes!  SNOW!

Yikes! SNOW!

 

Up, up, up, and cold.

Up, up, up, and cold.

Terrible gravel chunks on the US side.  We had to walk a bit!

Terrible gravel chunks on the US side. We had to walk a bit!

 

Goodbye for now Alaska - it has been memory-making.

Goodbye for now Alaska – it has been memory-making.

As we got closer to the border, we started to climb, climb, climb, and the clouds started to clear. I think it reached about 40 degrees, which actually felt hot with all the clothes we were wearing. The views were expansive, and we climbed up the side of a mountain and could finally see the border crossing – a little cluster of buildings perched high up. We were so excited when we finally reached them, that we wanted to whoop and yell, but the border guard was so very serious that he kind of killed the mood. No matter, we were soon past him and into the Yukon.

 

We wild camped next to the road, and spent a very cold night warm and snug in our tent. In the morning we could see that it had snowed, and accumulated a bit on the tent. We opted for a quick breakfast of peanut butter and jelly tortillas before heading out. It was to be a tough, tough day for us, although we didn’t know it yet. The Top of the World Highway mostly sticks to ridges as it winds across the Yukon, but often dips far into a valley before climbing steeply up onto the following ridge. Some of those climbs felt eternal to us!

A dusting of snow and frozen water bottles in our wild camp.

A dusting of snow and frozen water bottles in our wild camp.

The sun finally came out on our last day on Top of the World.

The sun finally came out on our last day on Top of the World.

The weather was cold, but we could still see far in all directions and the mountains and river valleys were lovely. The road was sometimes pavement, but far more often it was gravel. We had a resolve-testing moment on an incredibly steep slope that had just had fresh dirt and gravel dumped onto it. I dubbed the machine doing that work ‘The Dream-Smasher’, and yes, we did have to push the bikes up a bit. It was so so steep!

Recently opened road next to big snow wall.

Recently opened road next to big snow wall.

We realized in the afternoon that we did not have sufficient water for dinner, and started to worry a bit. We scooped up some snow to melt, and flagged down a car to ask if they had any extra water. The guy looked at us and said ‘You know, it would be faster to just commit suicide.’ Ummm… whatever? He had no water for us, but the next truck did. Phew!

After dinner we were very very excited because the road became more civilized, with guardrails and gentle slopes. Then…. the wonder of the downhill sign appeared. 14 km of downhill! It was incredible, particularly when it switched to pavement midway. We found the Yukon River campground just across the way from Dawson City. It is a lovely campground, where spent 3 nights as we took two rest days in Dawson. I am so excited to be here!  Next Stop: Whitehorse.

The blessed 'downhill ahead sign'.  It was a wonderful descent.

The blessed ‘downhill ahead sign’. It was a wonderful descent.