A Summer 2015 Yukon Prospector Web Extra.
I’m on the road to Haines Junction this week. I plan on hitting the Kluane Mountain Bluegrass Festival this weekend.
My first stop was at the Takhini River and Kusawa Lake campgrounds.
The area has been my favourite place to camp so far. The views down the valley are tremendous, and it’s just far enough off the beaten path that you feel secluded.
It was a bit windy, but everything looked so stunning in the setting light, that I thought a drone flight would be a good idea.
I managed to get the thing stuck in a tree about 40 feet off the ground. Wedged, very painfully, between a branch and the trunk.
If anyone had actually driven by in the 3 hours it was up there, I doubt they would have stopped. I looked like a damn maniac. My eyes bulged with the thoughts of what I would do should I lose a $2500 piece of equipment. What my boss would do. What would happen if I had to give up my summer of road trips…? I still shudder to think about it.
Yet, luck prevailed. Well, luck and a bit of doing. After 2 hours, 2 big lures, and enough fishing line to make a Japanese bondage video, I managed to get the thing down.
I probably could have driven to Whitehorse, bought a retractable pole, and been back in less time, but I was wary about leaving the machine all by it’s lonesome. It’s one of my closest friends on this journey. I talk to it all the time.
After I snatched it back from Mother Nature, it took several minutes to jump for joy. Then I decided to pick one of the campsites near-by. I’m glad I did. The views from Kusawa Lake are mind-blowing, if a bit windy. The entire area is the most ‘Yukonic’ thing I’ve ever seen. Tall, rugged peaks; turquoise rivers, and tufts of golden-brown silt that eddy in the wind.
After a night there, a nice breakfast, and making my lunch, I set out once more.
Here’s the problem with road tripping the way I do. I can’t go ten feet without taking a picture. Not if it’s something I’ve never seen before. And I haven't seen any of these things I'm seeing now.
So by night 2 of the trip I’m less than 100 km from Whitehorse at Aishihik Lake campground.
As far as seclusion goes, AL has the grand prize. It’s a 50 km journey down a bumpy road. Where the 70 km/h speed signs are more of a challenge than a responsible limit.
On your way to Aishihik you’ll drive past the famous Otter Falls, of 1954 $5-billion fame.
The campsite is quiet, sunny, the lake is frigid, but that’s to be expected. There’s maybe one or two other people here, meaning I can pretend I’m the only one around for miles (sans nudity).
Tomorrow I might make it to Haines, I might not. I’m not going to rush, since I only need to be there by Friday for this festival. I’m drinking in the surroundings. Taking lots of pics, and waving at everyone I see. That’s the kind of road trip I’m on.
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