Yukon Territory, Whitehorse to Dawson City

Sat, June 23rd - Mon, June 25th

"Come on.  It'll be okay.  I know a short cut."  Where have I heard those words before?  As usual, it turned out to be more of an "adventure" than a short cut.  But the lupine blooming all over in the woods were beautiful, we got lots of exercise and we eventually found our way into Whitehorse from the campground.   

 In the upper left-hand corner is the S.S. Klondike, a sternwheeler that is now a museum.  After checking out the Visitor's Center, we watched a little parade that was going on downtown with some bagpipers, veterans and a few old people.  Turned out the elderly people were from France and were being honored for taking care of the graves all these years, of some of their Canadian soldiers who were killed in France in WWII.  Very touching. 

We had a very nice lunch at this quaint little Northern Klondike restaurant downtown that is in the two oldest buildings still in use since goldrush days.  In the 1930s it was a carpentry shop where coffins were constructed.  Thank goodness that business "died".  John had the fish and chips and I had a wonderful little dish with halibut and artichoke in cream and cheese dip with foccacia bread.  Mm, Mm!  Then we checked out the Old Log Church Museum, one of the original churchs in town, a small collection of stuff about the first missionaries and the aboriginal peoples.  Then we did the McBride Museum with history about the Whitehorse area, goldrush, and a nice collection of mounted Alaskan animals.  On the way back to the campground, we finally found the trail we had been looking for earlier. 

Oh my, we were breathing heavy by the time we got to the top of these, 13 flights of about 20 steps each.  A person would surely be in good shape if he climbed these every day.  But it surely would have been a lot easier going down these steps, than the crazy, steep trail/non-trail we took thru the woods trying to find our way into the downtown this morning. 

We went to the art mueum at the college another day, which is also up on the cliff overlooking town.  This is one of the outdoor sculptures.  The artist said he got his inspiration from something he read about the imprints of vaporized bodies being found in Hiroshima after the atom bomb was dropped.  I just stood there and stared at it after I read that.  I couldn't begin to express my feelings.  It just sort of stopped me in my tracks, speechless. 

Just a few views walking back along the cliff to our campground.  The population of Whitehorse boomed during gold rush days, but shrunk to 400 after WWII.  In fact, the population of the whole Yukon was only about 5,500.  It grew again during WWII with the building of the Alaska Highway and the Canol pipeline.  Today the population of the Yukon is 30,000 or so, with only three towns of over 1,000 -- Watson Lake, Whitehorse and Dawson City.  It's a huge land area with a very small population. 

You can see the S.S. Klondike again in this picture on the south end of downtown. 

As we were walking along, John spotted this bald eagle in the top of a pine tree.  We watched it for a while and he finally took off and flew a little ways away to the top of another tree.  As we watched, a small bird started dive bombing him, and he kept on doing it over and over many times. 

 Finally, the eagle decided to fly away to another place, where the little bird followed him and continued to harrass him along with a couple more little birds that had joined him.  Eventually there were seven or eight little birds, flying around harrassing him and he had to give up and fly away.  Must have been their territory.  I was so surprised that those little birds would challenge that big eagle, and that he would let them get by with it. 

Finally, back at the campground, all tuckered out.  These two vehicles are just decor at the campground.  Everywhere we go, there are abandoned vehicles from the building of the Alaska Highway being used this way. 

Another day we visited the Yukon Transportation Museum which is also up on the cliff, so we didn't have to do the steps or steep trails that day.  This little guy was the forerunner of the skidoo and was the first motorized vehicle at the North Pole traveling 826 miles over snow and ice in 43 days.  It was a godsend to trappers, prospectors and mounties and created a whole new fun sport for the rest of us.  They had army vehicles, construction equipment, buses, cars, fire engines, float planes, etc. 

The museum is right next door to the airport and at the museum entrance is this plane that is a weather vane and always points into the wind.  It is kind of cool to watch it turn, as the wind changes.  A short way down the road is the Beringia Interpretive Center about the history of the Bering Strait land bridge where the animals and aboriginal peoples came over from Asia, mammoths  and such. 

About twenty miles north of Whitehorse, we spent the night at Tahini Hot Springs.  It's very nice, but I liked Liard Springs much better.  This one is more resort-like.  They have a zip line and there was a group of kids there using it that I could watch while I soaked.       

This is Lake Laberge.  Another of the wonderful Yukon Campgrounds is here.  Do you remember any poems by Robert Service from your time in school as a youngster?  He lived in both Whitehorse and Dawson City for a few years each before he became famous.  "The northern lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, was the night on the marge of Lake Laberge, I cremated Sam McGee." 

 I love his poems.  He wrote over 2,000 and I plan to check out some of his books from the library and read some more of them, next chance I get.  In case you've never read it and would like to, here's the full poem.  Just along the road down to the lake, we stopped at Mom's Bakery for lunch, on the advice of the Milepost book. 

It turned out to be very good advice.  I had a bowl of halibut chowder (maybe the best ever) and a piece of sourdough toast.  John had sourdough pancakes, he said were very good.  Mom is just a little bit of a woman and looked like she must be close to 70, and she had a certificate on the wall for doing the Yukon Quest in 1993.  That's the longest sled dog race in the world, a 1,000 miles from Whitehorse to Fairbanks or Fairbanks to Whitehorse, alternately.  These days she closes up shop (it's just her home) and spends the winters in Mexico.  Another couple stopped while we were there and said they had just seen a grizzly down the road by the mail boxes, but he was gone by the time we went back by there. 

Fox Lake Government Campground.  In 1998 there was a forest fire near here caused by campers who failed to properly extinguish their campfire.  The fire danger was extreme and strong winds quickly whipped the small blaze into a major crown fire that roared thru the treetops. Efforts continued all summer to contain the fire.  It stayed alive through the winter smouldering in the ground.  In the spring it was extinguished by digging it out.  It cost $2.2 million to fight and altered the look and life of the landscape. During the fire fighting four crew members were trapped and forced to take cover by jumping in a nearby pond for two hours. 

Continuous beautiful wildflowers along the highway. 

Turquoise views of Twin Lakes, one on either side of the road. 

And just a few more flowers overlooking one of the Twin Lakes.  I love flowers.  I bet you couldn't tell. 

Montague Roadhouse, just one of the many historic roadhouses that were every 20 or 30 miles along the Overland trail for stagecoach guests and other travellers to spend the night in.  Now there are just prickly roses and other wildflowers growing in what is left of the ruins.  It was built in 1915 and used until sometime in the 1950s. 

Further down the road in Carmacks at the mouth of the Nordenskiold River is a two-story, twelve-room roadhouse in much better shape, but the owner's sod-roof cabin across the road was a more interesting picture.  Can you see it?  This was an important stop for the sternwheelers.  In one year (1915) the sternwheelers of one company burned 8,000 cords of wood.  Cutting down trees for them and stacking the wood at river stops was big business and many native people were hired to cut wood. 

Carmacks has a boardwalk the whole length of their little town, right along the Yukon River, with interpretive markers on all the old cabins, relics and roadhouse along the way.  It's a nice half hour stroll with tons of wildflowers and beautiful views of the river and mountains.  If you do it during the Carmacks village office hours, you can stop and pick up a certificate signed by the Mayor.  Gee, I wish I'd known that!  I could have hung it up in the RV with all the pictures of the grandkids, or not.  There were three successful coal mines in the area.  Placer gold was discovered here in 1899 and the first lode gold in 1943 and prospecting still continues today. 

"What? More stairs!"  There is another whole separate section of them down in the trees that we couldn't see from the top, plus a half mile hike thru the woods out to the Five Fingers Rapids, the most dangerous section of the Yukon River that the sternwheelers and the overloaded boats and rafts of the gold stampeders had to maneuver on their way to Dawson City. 

 Between 1900 and 1927 they used dynamite to blast away some of the rock and widen the passage by 20 feet.  And once again, back up the hill and then the steps.  But really, I'm not complaining.  I love hiking through all the beautiful scenery and getting a close-up view of everything.  It's really awesome to be here and see all this beautiful country and wildlife.  The sternwheelers used 90 to 100 cords of wood on a round trip from Whitehorse to Dawson. 

Once again we took the advice of the Milepost and stopped for the biggest cinnamon roll in the world at Braeburn Lodge, which is one of the official stops on the Yukon Quest International Dog Sled Race.  It is on a regular size paper plate next to a serving of lasagna.  It cost $9.00 and took us three days to eat it all, but the best thing I can say about it, is that it certainly was big, otherwise really nothing special.  There was a picture of Steve McQueen on the wall riding a motorcycle that he bought here from the owner of the place. 

Just a roadside view of some of the wildflowers. 

Tachun Creek Government Campground where we spent the night camped right next to a creek where the salmon come up to spawn in August.  We could here the water rushing by from the rapids all night; so peaceful. 

This is on the road up to Mayo, a little mining town on the Silver Trail/Yukon Highway, a little side trip off the road to Dawson City.  The United Keno Hill mine north of Mayo was once the largest silver ore producer in North America.  It ran from 1929 to 1989.  There are still many small-scale gold placer mines running here.  There were piles and piles of chopped down trees along this road for several miles.  It's really nice when they keep the ditches cleaned back like this, so you can see wildlife before it walks out on the road, but most of the roads in the Yukon have been kind of overgrown with small trees and shrubs, unlike BC which was very well-maintained. 

We spent the night at Moose Creek Campground a short way north of this lodge.  We walked in here to Moose Creek Lodge (oldest still existing roadhouse on Klondike Hwy) for supper and met this man taking a break from his bike ride.  He was from Spain and riding around the world.  Yesterday we met a couple of older guys, around 60 or so, from Juneau who were just spending ten days riding around the Yukon.  One of them had ridden across the U.S. the year before with his wife and they had gone through South Dakota.  I went on a hike from our campground down to Moose Creek and Stewart River.  I saw what appeared to be bear poo along the trail.  I wore my rain jacket and pants, but the skeeters were so vicious, that by the time I got back to the camper, I was almost wishing a grizzly would come along and eat me and put me out of my misery. 

The Yukon is a wealth of minerals, including gold, silver, copper, zinc, coal, emeralds, diamonds, etc.& their economy is based on it.


We'll be in Dawson Creek tomorrow.  More then. 

Tarra

                  

Yukon Territory, Watson Lake to Whitehorse

Thur, June 21st - Fri, June 22nd

We spent the night across the road from Lucky Lake Recreational Waterslide Park just on the south side of the town of Watson Lake.  There's a big, long slide back in the trees down this steep hill into the lake.  It looks like lots of fun.  When the Alaska Highway was built, the story is that one enterprizing young woman set up a tent beside this lake and went into business.  Her callers referred to their business transactions as "a change of luck".  Since then it has been known as Lucky Lake.

 

It is in the Liard River Basin and we went on the 1.3 mile hike down the Liard Canyon to the river.  There just seems to be rivers, creeks and lakes everywhere you turn up here and the creeks look like huge rushing rivers to us. 

In Watson Lake the next day, we visited the world famous Sign Post Forest which surrounds the Visitor's Center. It was started back in 1942 by an injured soldier who was working on the highway.  He was recuperating from his injuries and his commander had him doing some painting.  He painted a sign with his name, hometown and distance on it.  Other soldiers started adding their signs to it and the rest is history.  He and his wife visited 50 years later in 1992 when there were over 10,000 signs.  The idea is so popular, it's been mimicked around the world.

 

Now people from all over the world bring their own signs and add them.  The town just keeps adding more posts whenever they are needed through an Adopt-a-Post program.  There are over 72,000 signs now.  Kathy, look close at this one and you will see something you will recognize.  We also watched a movie across the street at the Northern Lights Center.  They are best to see from late August to April, so we probably won't get to see them.  I suppose it has to be dark.  The sun is only down from about midnight to 4:00 and it never really gets dark here now.
 

There are official city and highway signs and handwritten or painted signs on everything you can think of, such as tires, hub caps, pizza & pie pans, flip flops, t-shirts, bed pans, etc.   I thought this one I saw was especially interesting, "The God who created all this is the God who loves us all. " Isaiah 40  2007.   

We walked the trail and boardwalk around Wye Lake  right in the town of Watson Lake.  They also have Big Wye Lake and Watson Lake, besides Lucky Lake and the Liard River and it's creeks all in the area of their small town.  If you can't find a place to go canoeing or catch a fish here, you're just not trying.                                                                            

This is the view right out the door of our camper at Big Creek Campground.  There are wonderful little state campgrounds every 30 or 40 miles or so throughout the Yukon.  They usually only have toilets and sometimes a water pump, but they only cost $12.00 and are almost always in a peaceful wooded area on a lovely river, creek or lake with hiking trails.  Really very nice. 

This is a typical view of the highway as it keeps winding around the mountains and rivers. 

We stopped at Rancheria Falls Recreation Site and took a hike down to see the double falls.  This is just one side of the falls as it goes around a big, rocky area in the middle.  A very pretty area and well worth the hike. 

This is the Nisutlin Bay Bridge leading into the town of Teslin.  The Nisutlin River forms the bay here as it flows into Teslin Lake.  Teslin is native for "long, narrow water".  Teslin Lake straddles the BC/Yukon border.  It is 86 miles long and averages two miles across.  Just across the bridge the Nisutlin Trading Post has the Yukon Wildlife Gallery in their gift shop with mounted grizzlies, moose, musk ox, mountain goats, etc. 

The George Johnston Museum here is also very nice.  He was a native Tlingit (klinkit) here who ran a trading post and hunted and trapped.  He ordered this 1928 Chevy and had it shipped in by barge when there were no roads here.  He paid the locals to help him hack out several miles of woods and build a road.  Then he charged them a quarter a mile for rides in his taxi to make the money back.  In the winter he had frozen Teslin Lake to drive on.  He had a camera and recorded the daily lifestyle of the natives from the 1930s -1950s.  A very interesting little museum. 

This is the new Teslin Tlingit Heritage Center.  It was just about closing time when we stopped, so we didn't go in, but it looked like it was very nice. 

View from our camper at Ten Mile Creek Campgroud,

Boat launch area a short walk from Ten Mile Campground.

Just another nice view along the road.

This is Bennett Lake at Carcross on the BC/Yukon border.  This is a little side trip off the Alaska Highway about 30 miles down toward Skagway.  After climbing the Chilkoot or Whitepass Trail this is the lake where the Klondike Stampeders spent the winter building boats, so they would be ready to set off for the gold fields at Dawson City as soon as the ice broke in the spring.  On May 29, 1898 when the ice broke, 10,000 stampeders came across the lake in 7,000 boats.  They all had to check in with the Mounties.  Fifteen Mounties with carbines and machine gun secured the summit.  They collected over $150,000 in customs duties and had posts every thirty miles the entire gold rush route.  There were very few violent crimes on the way or in Dawson City.  Petty crimes got you hard labor cutting wood for the government or a "blue ticket" out of town on the next boat.  They took no prisoners unless they had their own food supply.  No one was allowed over the Chilkoot Pass without 1,000 lbs. of supplies plus tents and such.  That's over ten trips up that steep trail carrying about 100 lbs. each time.  100,000 people started out, but only about 30,000 made it and very few of them found any great amount of gold. 

 Carcross is a really neat little town, mostly all the old original buildings, including general store, hotel and train station.  A sign in the general store said, "Shoplifters will be shot...This is the law of the Yukon.  AND WE DON'T CALL 911".    There are about five or six different options and combinations of train rides and bus rides that go from here to Skagway.  I highly recommend checking them out.   We didn't know there were so many choices until we got here and you had to book a day or two ahead, so we didn't go.  We will be going to Skagway eventually anyway, but it would be a beautiful, scenic ride.  This little bitty cabin was hardly any bigger than the outhouse.  It was built by a miner who wanted

to have a place to stay in town over the winter from the 1940s-60s.  He skiied into town in the winters and biked in the summers to get supplies and spend a little time in the beer parlour.  It was just big enough for a small bed and a stove.  Notice the little seat on the outside, so he would have a place to sit down.

There are lots of old cabins like this one where people are still living.  Notice the built-on bathroom addition on the right side, newer chimney and bottle gas on the porch.  Some even had satelite dishes.  It's not uncommon for people to be living in these old cabins without indoor plumbing by choice.

One last view of the village of Carcross as we leave town.  The town was originally called Caribou Crossing for the seasonal migration of thousands of Woodland Caribou at the narrows, but was later shortened to Carcross.  It was originally a Mounty Post and a First Nations village.  Many homeowners here were considered "squatters" until 1983 when regulations were changed.  The Whitepass & Yukon Railroad was completed in 1900 and ran until 1983.  It was started back up in 1988 for tourists, and transports 500,000 tourists a year between May and September.  We saw at least a dozen tour buses the couple hours we were here.  

About a mile north of town the Carcross Desert, an unusual area of sand dunes affectionately known as the world's smallest desert, is not actually dry enough to be a real desert.  It is sandy lake-bottom material left by a glacial lake.

Just another view of the world's smallest desert.  Scientists have found eight species of insects here that may be new to science. 

On our way back to the Alaska Highway, this is Emerald Lake, another of those blue/green colored lakes caused by the "rock flour" from the glaciers.  It started to rain again while we were here.  It seems like it has rained a lot, but it is good to wash the bugs off the windshield.  They get bad in no time at all.

We spent the night at Wolf Creek Yukon Government Campground just outside Whitehorse.  This bear trap was set up in the campground, because they had a black bear that was frequenting the campground.  The park ranger said they would have him in a day or two.  Whitehorse blog tomorrow.  I'm going to bed now. Even though it barely looks like dusk, it is 2:00 AM.

 Goodnight All,

Tarra          

         

British Columbia, Canada

Thur, June 14th - Wed, June 20th

We spent Thursday and Friday in Dawson Creek, British Columbia where the Alaska Highway begins.  The town was .2 miles from where the railroad went through in the 1930s, so they put their buildings on skids and pulled them by horse or caterpiller to the railroad location.  The Zero Milepost there is the most photographed milepost on the Alaska Highway.  The original marker was knocked over by a drunk driver.  A replacement marker was put up and stolen by Halloween pranksters who replaced it with an outhouse.  It was replaced with a metal one that was bolted down!  There is also an old wooden grain elevator there that is beautifully restored and is now an art gallery.  It is designed with a ramp walkway that winds up and around with the pictures on the walls and you can look down into the gift shop below.  This is a big agriculture area for grains like wheat and canola and there were originally five big elevators here with three more built in the 1940s.  All are gone now, except this one that they moved and restored.  They are really big on saving and reusing their old elevators.  One town had their visitor center in one and another had a big stone monument shaped like an elevator.  Dawson Creek has a small museum downtown about the building of the Alcan Military Highway, as it was originally called when they started it in March of 1942, after Japan attacked Pearl Harbor.  It was originally 1,523 miles long, but is now 35 miles shorter, as some of the curves have been bypassed over the years.  It took the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers 8 months and 23 days to build at a cost of $140 million.  They had 11,000 troops and 16,000 civilians and put in 133 bridges and 8,000 culverts, dozing through the forests, marshes and permafrost as they went.  It was just a basic gravel track thru the woods and mountains, good enough to get thru with military vehicles.  The following year they replaced lots of bridges with more permanent structures and started to make other improvements.  In the eight months of construction, Dawson Creek grew from 500 to a tent city of 10,000.  The livery stable caught fire and 60,000 cases of dynamite stored in there exploded leveling a whole city block, shattering all the windows in town, killing five people and injuring hundreds.  On April Fool's Day 1946 after WWII, the highway they never wanted or asked for was permanently turned over to Canada.  I'm not sure when the tourists started coming, but in 1958 AAA recommended travelers carry two spare tires, a fuel pump, spark plugs, fan belt, light fuses, tube repair kit & pump, fire extinguisher, tow rope, extra coil and condenser, etc.  Wow!  So far we have just encountered intermittent patches of gravel and some stretches with lots of pot holes where we have to slow down a lot.  We did happen to pick up a bunch of tar on the back end of the RV.  If anyone out there knows something that will take the stains off, we would appreciate a heads up.  They have lots of neat murals on the downtown buildings showing their history.  We bought some Canadian bacon, summer sausage and beef sticks from an old fashioned meat market that has been here since 1940.  It was very good.

This monument is at Charlie Lake where twelve highway workers lost their lives when they were trying to transport a bulldozer and other equipment across the lake on pontoons. The wind came up and the water got rough. The plug came out of one of their gas lines and gas was draining out. When they turned to head for shore, two big waves broadsided them and one corner went under. In less than two minutes it settled and sunk. A homesteader and trapper in his cabin across the lake had been watching them with field glasses while he cooked his breakfast. When he came back to the window to check on their progress, the pontoon was gone and he could see the men bobbing in the water. He had a small row boat and was a mile and a half away. It took him fifteen minutes to get there and he managed to save five of them. 

This new complex at Fort St. John has two hockey rinks on the ground floor and a racing oval around the outside of the second floor.  It was completely paid for by commnuity donations when their old one burned down.  They also have another building with a hockey rink and another with eight curling rinks or sheets or whatever you call them.  We didn't do much else in Fort St. John, as I had my purse stolen at the Visitor's Center, of all places, welcome to town.  It was my own fault.  I laid it down and forgot to pick it up.  When I came back about ten minutes later, it was gone.  They were very helpful and went with me to the park and up and down the street checking the trash cans.  So we spent most of the day cancelling credit cards, applying for duplicate driver's license and since they insisted on calling the Mounties, visiting with a nice female Mounty.  We did stop at the Farmer's Market where I bought I bought a piece of  Native fried bannock to try.  It looked like a donut, but not sweet.  More like a baking powder biscuit or foccacia bread.  Also, a lot of restaurants, including fast food places, up here have poutine on the menu, which is french fries with cheese curds and gravy on top. 
This is just a view along the way.  They really keep the trees and shrubs cleared far back from the roads,  which is really nice, because there is a lot of wildlife that just like to amble right out on the roads. 

As you can see in this picture.  Cars were stopped ahead of us, so we pulled over to see what was going on.  This grizzly bear was just wandering across the highway.  I'm not sure if this person was just getting out of his car or getting back in, but we saw people on motorcycles pulled over and taking pictures of bears. 



I'm sure he's not nearly as sweet and cuddly as he looks in this picture!  


Further on down the road, we made a short stop at Fort Nelson at Mile 300.  With a population of 5,000, it was named after Admiral Nelson and started as a fur trading post in 1805.  There's not really too much here.  They do have a brand new Visitor's Center and this Heritage Museum across the street with lots of vehicles that were used in the building of the Alcan Highway and lots of old cars.  The old guy who runs it has a 1950s machine shop there and keeps lots of them in running order, so they can be driven in parades.

They shipped 600 train carloads of bulldozers, fuel and supplies into Edmonton in the spring of 1942, before Canada had even signed the papers that they agreed to let us build the highway.  They started from the north and the south and met at Contact Creek at the end of September.  In November they had a dedication ceremony here at Summit Lake. 





We saw about a dozen of these Stone Sheep along the road.  They are a dark-patterned sub-species of the Dall Sheep that are found further west. 


This is Muncho Lake (means "Big Lake" in one of the native languages).   It is seven and a half miles long and is one of the longest natural lakes in the Canadian Rockies.  Cutting through the rocky bluffs along the lakeshore was the most expensive section of work on the highway.  Many pieces of equipment were lost over the edge into the icy waters over 300 feet deep not far from the roadside. 





The fine particles that grind off the glaciers called "rock flour" reflect and scatter the sunlight returning a blue/green spectrum to the eyes. 




This is Liard Hot Springs.  Everyone told us to be sure not to miss it and they were right.  It's near the BC/Yukon border on the Yukon side.  We crossed back and forth over the border six or seven times as the highway curved back and forth.  This is a view from the source of the hot springs where they come out at 126 degrees. 




Toward the back of this picture, there are two little water falls into the next pond, where the water cools down to 108 degrees.  It gets cooler as you get further from the source. 

                                                                                                                 

These are some of the flowers along the walkway to the hot springs.





This is a view from sitting in the hot springs, as the water runs away down a creek.  This is a really beautiful place!


There is about a half mile boardwalk over this muskeg, boggy, swampy stuff to get to the hot springs.  This is the kind of stuff they had to deal with when they were building the highway, and they lost lots of vehicles and heavy equipment.  It just got bogged down or tipped over and they couldn't get it out and they didn't have time to waste, so they just left it.  Extreme sub-zero temps were also a big problem.





Many buffalo and moose get killed by cars every year.  There are lots of signs warning you to slow down and be alert for wildlife on the road.  We have seen several moose, but haven't been able to catch a picture yet.    

 

These are Wood Bison, which are supposed to be larger than the ones we are used to seeing at home. There were several calves in the herd and further down the road, we saw about a dozen bulls having a rest next to the woods. 





This is a view of the Liard River with a few wildflowers by the path down to the river.  The wildflowers along the roadsides and in the woods when we are hiking are just awesome.  I will do a blog later on with just the flowers.  




We have seen several black bears, but this was the first time they stuck around long enough, so I could snap a few pictures.  Black bears can actually be black, brown, tan, gray and even occasionally white.  I think they really like the grass and wildflowers in the ditches.  We will be moving on to the Yukon Territory next.

Tarra

Trivia:  In 1941 they needed a quick way to house crews working on the highway.  Britain had used a version of the Indian council lodge in WWI, named from the first site of manufacture, Quonset Point, Rhode Island.  The hut fit into twelve wooden crates and weighed 7,000 pounds.  The quonset hut is still used all over the world by U.S. military.  An estimated 170,000 huts were built during WWII.  After the war the surplus huts were sold for $1,000 each.  Most were made into single family homes and can still be seen used primarily as commercial buildings.