what the yukon means to me

June 1979 was the time the idea of driving to the Yukon became reality for me.  It has been everything I ever hoped it would be.  You’d think all the articles and hype I had read before coming up, all the hunting stories of bear attacks and huge bull moose would have been exaggerated andContinue reading “what the yukon means to me”

what’s on the menu?

Living here in the Yukon brings you into contact with some hardy types.  The sort who drive their trucks out of the bush on a flat tire by filling the tire with water and letting it freeze solid.  The type who start their truck by re-charging the battery by spinning the alternator with their chainsaw,Continue reading “what’s on the menu?”