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your daily rodent

 

 

One of the noisy pikas from the scramble up the Tower of Babel (the one near Moraine Lake in the Canadian Rockies, not the one from Babylon). One of the pikas we saw on the way up was carrying a small leafy tree branch, and as it ran across the scree it looked exactly as if it was pretending to be a bush so we wouldn’t notice it. It would have worked perfectly if it wasn’t for the fact pikas are incapable of the sort of slow sneaking movements you need to use to pull off “No honestly, I’m a bush” trick.

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the wednesday wolf

 

 

This wolf came wandering past the office at work on Wednesday. It seemed fairly unconcerned by any of us, and trotted on its (her?) merry way.

(It’s strangely warm here at the moment, and apparently I’m not longer used to the heat as I’m finding 30oC heat meltingly hot. Nonetheless – today, bike and climbing; tomorrow, bike and scrambling; Sunday, either day of rest or some hiking/scrambling.)

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yukon, ho!

Yukon River paddling. Drifting along in the current. Serenity. Eagles. Splashing paddles. A deserted island (except for the Swiss). Camp. A beaver! Marauding insects. Dinner. Hanging food out of reach of animals. Can bears swim? Random haircuts. Cards. Ever-present sunlight. Sleeping bag. Sleep. Sleep-in. Lake Laberge. No more fast current. Tail wind. Wind blown waves. Paddle paddle paddle paddle. Shuttle to Whitehorse. Icecream. Aeroplane. Home.

 

Mum and Emma
 

 

Me in a boat – I got to sit in the back, and hence got control of the rudder, fun!
 

 

The morning view from our island
 

 

Rougher paddling on Day 2
 

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66° 33′ 39″ (in which we breakfast at the arctic circle)

There were no polar bears at the Arctic Circle. There was no snow. No seals, or ice, or igloos. All in all a fairly disappointing experience.

 

 

We stopped for breakfast there though, and revelled in the Northness. And to be fair, the lack of snow or polar bears made it a lot easier to sit around on the ground eating muesli than it would have been otherwise.

 

 

Fireweed lined the road as we drove to and from Eagle Plains to the Arctic Circle. But after our morning trip up north, we turned around and started the trip back down towards Whitehorse.

 

 

Stopping along the way in Tombstone Territorial Park, which had some of my favourite scenery from the bits of the Yukon I saw (although all of the Dempster Highway was lovely). We went for a hike up Goldensides Mountain.

 

 

Its sides were sort of golden, and it had ground squirrels. And it was a lot further to the top than it looked from the bottom.

 

 
Tombstone mountain

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on the rise

We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming with an exhilarating account of Megan’s ascent of Ha Ling Peak.

 

Bike rests at the pass (note water crackers in drink bottle holder)
 

The cycle from home, through town, and up the hill to the pass between Mt Lawrence Grassi and Mt Rundle went something like this:

 


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Then the bike was hidden in the trees, and bike shoes were switched for Chaco sandals. And the hike went something like this:

 

 

 

 

 

 

The summit of Ha Ling is at 2407 metres (7897ft), so an elevation gain of 700 metres for the hike, or 1.1km if you count it all the way from cycling through town. Basically, it was high enough for the intermittent rain to turn up as snow just as I arrived at the summit (while I was quite warm in shorts and a t-shirt down in the valley).

 

 

After some summit photos and snacks, I trotted back down the hill again, singing along to the songs in my newly created adventuring soundtrack…

I’m burning through the skies Yeah!
Two hundred degrees
That’s why they call me Mister Fahrenheit
I’m trav’ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man of you

(Queen are fun – although I’m not sure how much sense some of the lyrics make, particularly that one about a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva).

Back down from the hiking, I collect my bike and just after taking this photo, realise my wallet is not in my pack. This was nearly the sad tale of a wallet lost somewhere on the wilds of Ha Ling Peak, but instead is the feel-good story of a lost wallet found by someone and handed in to a passing Park Ranger, who in turn got the wallet back to its owner.

 

 

Thanks for that Tom. After the weather, we’ll be coming back to you with more hard hitting news from the Yukon.