Days: 395-396 (25 July 2016 – 26 July 2015)
Total distance travelled: 100,978.7 kilometres (62,719.66 miles)
The Yukon experience is truly defined by the outdoors, and for many that outdoor experience goes hand in hand with summer.
So it seemed only fit that we get a taste of it, no matter how small that bite might be, whilst up here in this northern part of the world.
Cyd and Dave (our hosts and friends) are ridiculously hardcore hikers/trekkers, so it was only fit that they be our company and guides for a couple of small excursions into the Yukon wilds… or given our lack of experience, the not so wilds!
On a slightly overcast Saturday morning, we shelved plans to go paddling on the grounds that the threat of rain was looming, only to find ourselves a short while later in downtown Whitehorse with the skies clearing!
To remedy the situation, we decided to hit the slopes, and after a quick phone call to their neighbour, we were waiting near the base of Grey Mountain (a peak that looms over the city), ready for a leisurely weekend stroll.
We were soon met by Susan and her dog Coby, and drove the bulk of the remaining distance up the mountain.
Then, under now stunningly blue skies, it was time for our walk.
The air had a touch of chillness to it, but after walking several minutes under a now blazing sun, we were all pretty quick in removing our layers.
Our Jack Russell companions in Ripley and Gulliver roamed about, although Gully was kept a little closer to us humans, having only recently recovered from some surgery which meant he was still the owner of several stitches.
The pace also meant we had plenty of time to absorb those views…
We had a pretty good range of visibility now that we could take in a pretty stunning, panoramic view of our surrounds, something we were certainly happy to do.
Sure, it wasn’t strenuous, but boy was it gorgeous.
And weekends, well they can certainly be about relaxing as well, can’t they?
Fast forward twenty four hours, and suddenly here we were at another mountain, and ready for a bit more of a serious walk.
I think this one was Caribou Mountain (after all, we were about to ascend the Caribou Trail), however for a long time I mistakenly thought that it was White Mountain, so the name has kind of stuck in my mind.
Perhaps if it had delivered on the Caribou front, then my memory would have been better…
Again, we got to experience the best that nature had to offer.
Wonderful views, lovely fresh air, a little sun… sadly the wind had a bit of bite to it, but when we could find a little shelter from it, things were perfect.
And sure, whilst there were no Caribou to be sighted, we did have plenty of other locals to entertain us!
Unfortunately, Sarah began to struggle with the climb.
It’s not that it’s an overly steep or difficult ascent, but ever since she suffered from a bout of Glandular Fever (also known as the Kissing Disease, or officially as Infectious Mononucleosis) she has had difficulty with most ascents, even gentle climbs (get her on the flat or downhill and she’ll walk all day).
We took a break for lunch, and it wasn’t a bad spot to do so, views like this making us appreciate this region which until recently we knew so little about.
Post feed and rest, we continued upwards for a short while, before darker clouds which began a slow descent down from above made us reconsider our desire to travel any further.
It wasn’t a hardcore day out, and I’m sure it was little more than a leisurely stroll to these veteran hikers, but for us, it was still an awesome experience.
* There was no trail fee required for either of these walks through two equally lovely parts of the Yukon.