East Temple Peak, Wind River Range, Wyoming – Part 1: Big Sandy Opening to Clear Lake (7-18-20)

Days 7-9 of Lupe’s 2nd summer of 2020 Dingo Vacation to Wyoming & Utah!

7-16-20, 1:40 PM, Hwy 20, Wind River Canyon –  Middle of July.  The day had started out cool enough back in the Absaroka Range this morning, but was a scorcher out on the Wyoming high desert now.  Driving S, SPHP kept an eye on the tantalizing Wind River.  Any number of scenic pullouts, but no access.

Finally, a gravel road appeared that did go down to the river.  Turning off Hwy 20, SPHP drove partway down it.  A pickup truck was parked here, the only other vehicle around.

Come on, Loop!  Let’s go check out the river!

If you don’t mind, SPHP, think I’ll stay right here in the AC.

Sorry, not an option, Looper.  As soon as I kill the engine, the AC will stop.  You’ll roast on a day like this, even if I leave the windows open.

Reluctantly, Lupe leapt out of the G6 and followed SPHP the rest of the way down to the Wind River.  Perfect!  No rapids or fast water.  A huge pool half the width of the river swirled in a big, slow eddy, the current along the near bank actually going upstream.  The riverbed wasn’t rocky, and the water didn’t get deep until a little way out from shore.

One problem.  Two people were fly fishing.

They each made a few more casts, then announced they were just about to leave, anyway.  A few minutes later, they drove off.

Hah!  Good thing I brought my lucky Dingo!

Swim if you want to, SPHP.  I’ll just lay in the grass.

Suit yourself, Looper, but you really should wade in and cool off a bit first.

The Wind River was wonderful!  Refreshingly cool, not cold.  Egged on by SPHP, the Carolina Dog did spend a little time wading near the shore before relaxing on the bank.  Up on Hwy 20, traffic roared by, but no one stopped.  For an hour, SPHP swam, floated, drifted while gazing at the beige cliffs of the scenic canyon.  Fabulous!

I’m not much of a water Dingo, but the Wind River Canyon is lovely!

S of Riverside, the G6 read 96ºF.  Entering Lander, SPHP drove straight to the city park at the S end of Third Street.  Free overnight camping!  Very popular!  RV’s and tents everywhere.  The Middle Popo Agie River was the lowest SPHP had ever seen it, but Lupe had a grand time.  Lots of people, dogs, and squirrels around.  So much activity!

As the sun went down, SPHP spread pillows, blankets, and sleeping bags out on the thick green lawn beneath the big cottonwood trees.  Someone strummed a guitar and sang.  The park didn’t get quiet until late.  The American Dingo was shocked when she got to sleep out under the stars.

7-17-20, Lander City Park – Sleep?  Hah!  Dream on!  Looper hadn’t done much of that.  Every time SPHP woke up and peered into the darkness, Lupe had been laying on the grass, soft ears perked up listening to the night sounds, or sniffing and roaming among the tents nearby.  Now, as SPHP caught up the trip journal, a tuckered-out Dingo spent the morning snoozing peacefully in the deep green grass.

Power relaxing at the Lander city park.

This was supposed to be a positioning day for Atlantic Peak (12,490 ft.) in the Wind River range, but there was plenty of time for that.  In fact, when Lupe perked up, she had time to enjoy an early afternoon visit to Sinks Canyon State Park half a dozen miles SW of Lander on Hwy 131.

The last time Lupe had been to The Sinks, the Middle Popo Agie River had such tremendous flow that the river completely filled The Sinks, with substantial overflow to spare.  With the river so low now, The Sinks was actually far more impressive.  The entire Middle Popo Agie River simply disappeared into a mysterious underground cavern.

The Middle Popo Agie River disappears into The Sinks.
Plaque describing The Sinks & The Rise.
Another display.

Conducting a closer inspection, Looper went right on down to the cavern entrance where the Middle Popo Agie River vanished.

At The Sinks.
Sinks Canyon from the mouth of the cavern.
Shady and cool down here!
Pretty awesome, aye?

Touring The Sinks didn’t take long.  Returning to Lander, SPHP stopped for supplies.  By 4:00 PM, Lupe was on her way out of town.  Up at the SE end of the Wind River range it turned out that USFS Road No. 300, which went to Louis Lake and beyond, was closed for repairs all the way to Burnt Gulch until August 20th.

Where was Burnt Gulch?  SPHP checked the map.

What does it say, SPHP?

As near as I can tell, Looper, it says Atlantic Peak isn’t happening, unless we want a longer hike, which we don’t.  No access to the trailhead, even if we go all the way back to Lander and approach it from the other end of the loop.

So what now?

Plan B.  East Temple Peak (12,600 ft.).

S of the Wind River range, SPHP turned W off Hwy 28 onto the Lander Cutoff.  36 miles to the Big Sandy Openings!  It was an exciting drive.  Cattle, sheep, antelope stopped and stared in amazement, as a frenzied American Dingo sped past.

Start of the Lander Cutoff after leaving Hwy 28. Photo looks NW.
Keeping watch to the R.
Watching L.
Astonished sheep.
Startled pronghorns.
Wind River range from the Lander Cutoff.

After 26 miles on the Lander Cutoff, a 3 way junction appeared.  Here, a sign indicated that the Big Sandy campground was another 10 miles on the road going N.  When Lupe arrived, the campground and trailhead parking lot were both full.  Fortunately, overflow parking was available for the G6 only a little way back.

What remained of a beautiful evening was spent with a great view of Laturio Mountain (11,342 ft.) beyond the meandering Big Sandy River.

At the junction with the road to the Big Sandy campground. Photo looks NE.
Laturio Mountain (Center) from Big Sandy Opening. Trailhead parking visible on the L. Photo looks NW.

7-18-20, 9:10 AM, 68ºF, Big Sandy Opening, Wind River range –  Loopster trudged along behind SPHP on the way to the trailhead.  The American Dingo wasn’t as rambunctious and energetic as she had been just a little while ago.

While getting the backpack ready, SPHP had caught the crazy Carolina Dog digging frantically at a gopher hole, tearing great chunks of grass and dirt away with her fangs while enthusiastically clawing away at the entrance.  Loop had swallowed and inhaled so much dirt that she was coughing and having trouble breathing when SPHP made her stop.

Loop was breathing OK, and wasn’t coughing now, but seemed dejected.  Gorgeous day, though, and the trailhead was busy!  This was the jump off point for Big Sandy Lake, Jackass Pass, and the enormously popular Cirque of the Towers, which Lupe had been to years ago.  As Loopster approached the parking lot, a friendly old man stopped his vehicle to chat.  He asked where she was headed, and his eyes lit up when SPHP said East Temple Peak (12,600 ft.).

Somewhat surprised because everyone goes to the Cirque of the Towers, the stranger pronounced East Temple Peak a fantastic destination.

What route you taking?

Clear Lake and Deep Lake.

Camp at Deep Lake!  Simply incredible!  You won’t regret it.

With that advice, the old guy waved as he drove off.

Sounded like he knew what he was talking about, didn’t he, SPHP?

Sure did, Loop.  Might have wound up there anyway, but shall we make Deep Lake our official goal for the day?

The American Dingo seemed happy enough with that notion, and was soon setting off on the Meeks Lake trail.

Start of the Meeks Lake trail at the Big Sandy trailhead.

The Meeks Lake trail was wide, well-trodden, and easy going.  Starting out in forest, Lupe was soon crossing a sunny meadow.  Not a cloud in the sky!  As the trail went on, the Big Sandy River was often in view off to the R (E).

Crossing a big meadow. Photo looks NNE.
By the Big Sandy River. Photo looks NE.

0.6 mile from the trailhead, Lupe came to an intersection.  The Meeks Lake trail veered off to the L, climbing into the trees, while Big Sandy trail No. 99 continued straight following the Big Sandy River.

Approaching the point where the Meeks Lake (L) and Big Sandy (straight) trails divide. Photo looks NE.
Loop at the signpost.

The Big Sandy trail was the most direct route to Big Sandy Lake, which Lupe did need to get to.  However, Big Sandy trail No. 99 was certain to be very busy on a Saturday in July.  An alternate route existed that would eventually hook back into the Big Sandy trail.

Although perhaps a bit longer, this alternate route went past both V and Diamond Lakes, which Lupe had never seen before.  Since it might be quieter, more scenic, and help break up the 6 mile march to Big Sandy Lake, Lupe stuck with the Meeks Lake trail, which was signed here as Continental Divide trail No. 96.

The Meeks Lake trail is part of the Continental Divide trail.

After gaining a little elevation, the Meeks Lake trail flattened out for a while.  Looper enjoyed an easy stroll going N through the forest.  She came to another rise after which the trail flattened out a second time.  Lupe went by Meeks Lake, which wasn’t far from the trail off to the W (L), but didn’t even see it due to the trees.

0.6 mile from the first intersection, the Carolina Dog came to a second one.  The Meeks Lake trail again angled off toward the L, but this time Lupe went R on the Diamond Lake trail.

On the Meeks Lake trail.
Sign at the second trail junction. Lupe took the Diamond Lake trail seen here on the R.
Sign at the second junction.

Gradually gaining elevation, the Diamond Lake trail wound NE for 0.5 mile through the forest.  As Loop started getting close to V Lake, the trail began going downhill.  As soon as V Lake could be glimpsed through the trees, Lupe left the trail and went down to it.

V Lake was fairly large, but shallow.  From the SW shore, Lupe had her first view of a number of peaks ahead.  Nearly 6 miles off to the NE, Mitchell Peak (12,482 ft.), Dog Tooth Peak (12,488 ft.), and Big Sandy Mountain (12,416 ft.) were all strung out along the same ridge.

Schiestler Peak (11,624 ft.) was somewhat closer and part of a different one.  Much closer, a mere 1.5 miles due N of V Lake, Laturio Mountain (11,342 ft.) formed a giant ridge all by itself.

V Lake. Mitchell Peak (far L), Dog Tooth Peak (L) and Big Sandy Mountain (Center) along the far ridge. Schiestler Peak (R). Photo looks NE.
Laturio Mountain from V Lake. Photo looks N.

After sharing a piece of fried chicken at V Lake, Lupe and SPHP returned to the Diamond Lake trail, which now headed NE along the W shore.  The N end of V Lake proved to be a marshy region.

Temple Peak (12,972 ft.) (Center) from V Lake. Photo looks ESE.
N end of V Lake. Temple Peak (L). Photo looks SE.
On the way to Diamond Lake after leaving V Lake behind. Schiestler Peak (L) and Temple Peak (R) with A Cheval Peak (11,763 ft.) between them. Photo looks E.

The mile long trek to Diamond Lake, about a mile NE of V Lake, was flat the entire way.  Lupe crossed a large damp meadow before getting there, and several minor gravelly streams near the lake.  Although Diamond Lake wasn’t as big as V Lake, it was quite pretty.  Most of the shoreline was forested, but the trail did pass through a big meadow N of the lake.

Diamond Lake. Dog Tooth Peak (far L), Big Sandy Mountain (L) and Schiestler Peak (R). Photo looks NE.
W end of Diamond Lake. Photo looks S.
A zen moment in the forest near Diamond Lake.
Leaving Diamond Lake. Photo looks SSW.

Less than 0.25 mile past Diamond Lake, the Diamond Lake trail merged with Big Sandy trail No. 99 again.  Only 2 miles to Big Sandy Lake now!

The Meeks and Diamond Lake trails had been a great alternate route!  V and Diamond Lakes were beautiful, had provided mountain views not seen along the Big Sandy trail, and the terrain had been easy.  Couldn’t have been much farther this way, either.  Better yet, Lupe had enjoyed complete solitude the entire way on a day when Big Sandy trail No. 99 was overrun.

Signs at the junction of the Diamond Lake and Big Sandy trails.

Big Sandy Lake was the largest lake Lupe would come to today.  By the time she got there, it was already mid-afternoon.  The heavy pack and new boots made SPHP eager for another break.  Although she’d been breathing easily the entire way, the Carolina Dog still seemed somewhat subdued after the gopher hole stunt this morning.  Loop was perfectly content to relax for a while near the S shore.

Dog Tooth Peak (L) and Big Sandy Mountain (Center) from the S shore of Big Sandy Lake. Photo looks NE.
Looper taking it easy.

Deep Lake was still 3 miles away.  Although getting around Big Sandy Lake would be easy, the trail would steepen once Lupe headed up to Clear Lake.  Consequently, the rest break was shorter than either Lupe or SPHP would have liked.  Nevertheless,

Onward!  Puppy, ho!

Leaving the S end of Big Sandy Lake, the trail followed the W shore N for 0.5 mile.  Both the solid rock ridge of Haystack Mountain (11,978 ft.) and dramatic ship prow summit of East Temple Peak (12,600 ft.) came into view along the way.

Haystack Mountain (Center) from Big Sandy Lake. Photo looks ESE.
On Big Sandy trail No. 99. Big Sandy Lake and Schiestler Peak in view. Photo looks S.
Haystack Mountain (L), top of East Temple Peak (Center) and Temple Peak (R) from Big Sandy Lake. Photo looks SE.

At the N end of Big Sandy Lake, Lupe came to another trail junction.  Big Sandy trail No. 99 went N from here up to Jackass Pass and Lonesome Lake, but Lupe now left it, going E on Little Sandy trail No. 98 instead.

On her way around Big Sandy Lake, Lupe forded several streams.  Lost Creek and North Creek were both small.  Easy rock hops for SPHP.  Black Joe Creek, the last stream Lupe came to, was considerably larger than the others.  Fallen logs got SPHP across without wet feet.  Hiking poles came in handy during this maneuver.

Crossing North Creek. Schiestler Peak (R.) Photo looks SE.
Little Sandy trail near the N shore of Big Sandy Lake. War Bonnet Peak (12,369 ft.) (R). Photo looks NW.

After crossing Black Joe Creek, the trail climbed a little way up a steep slope before dropping almost all the way back down again.  Lupe was now leaving Big Sandy Lake behind, heading SE along the NE side of a big marshy meadow.  She skipped a L turn onto Trail No. 116 which went to Black Joe Lake, and watched for a junction where Little Sandy trail No. 098 divided.  She came to it before reaching the end of the meadow.

The nice new sign at the turn for Clear Lake and Deep Lake.
Glancing back at Big Sandy Lake and War Bonnet Peak (Center) after starting up the trail to Clear Lake. Photo looks NW.

300 feet of elevation gain up to Clear Lake in a little over 0.5 mile.  Little Sandy trail No. 98 gradually steepened as it wound through forest and over bedrock.  Lupe and SPHP plodded along.  Not a difficult trail at all, but the backpack felt heavier with every step.  As the trail finally leveled out, the W end of Clear Lake came into sight along with a gorgeous view of Haystack Mountain (11,978 ft.).

Haystack Mountain from the NW end of Clear Lake. Photo looks SE.

SPHP couldn’t wait to shed the backpack.

Oh, Loopster!  What do you think?  Isn’t Clear Lake fabulous?  I shouldn’t be, but I’m all worn out.  Would you mind if we camp here tonight?  Still another 1.5 miles up to Deep Lake, and I simply don’t feel like doing it.

Fine with me, SPHP, but aren’t you just delaying the inevitable?  I thought you’d originally hoped to get way up to Temple Lake.  It’ll be that much harder to get up East Temple Peak tomorrow if we stay here, won’t it?

Yeah, I know it, but at the moment, I don’t care.  Ready to call it.

Alright then.  As you wish!  Certainly can’t fault this scenery!  Let’s look around for a spot.

The SW end of Clear Lake looked attractive.  Lupe and SPHP headed over that way, rock hopping Clear Lake’s outlet stream in the process.  Not much soil around here, which explained why the forest was more open.  A great deal of exposed bedrock provided rock solid camping spots, which didn’t hold much appeal since SPHP hadn’t brought any padding other than the sleeping bags.

Further exploration revealed tents already set up at a great spot with some soil.  Eh, best to move on and let them enjoy their privacy.

Big Sandy Mountain (12,416 ft.) from near the W end of Clear Lake. Photo looks NE.
W end of Clear Lake. Schiestler Peak (R of Center). Lupe explored the far shore while looking for a campsite. Photo looks SW.

Returning to Little Sandy trail No. 98, Lupe and SPHP continued E on the N side of Clear Lake.  Along the way, Looper made several forays up into the forest N of the trail looking for campsites.  She found some good ones, but they were all occupied.

Clear Lake from a little farther E along the N shore. Photo looks SE.
Another look at Schiestler Peak (R of Center) from Clear Lake. Photo looks SW.

Finally, after 3 or 4 tries, the Carolina Dog did find an unoccupied spot that would do.  50 feet higher up a steepish slope, and a good 200 feet N of the trail, was a small level patch of soft dirt amid a bouldery region featuring mostly dead trees.  15 feet to the E was a rock outcropping sporting an abandoned loose stone campfire ring.  From here, Lupe had a partial view of Clear Lake and East Temple Peak beyond it.

7-18-20, 6:37 PM, campsite N of Clear Lake – Good enough!  SPHP set up Loopster’s tiny house.  As soon as the sleeping bags were spread out, she was eager to get inside.  Time to eat and rest up for a big day tomorrow.

The last of the fried chicken disappeared.  Satisfied and tired, both Lupe and SPHP welcomed the sandman long before Mother Nature turned out the light.

N of Clear Lake, Wind River range, Wyoming 7-18-20

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East Temple Peak, Wind River Range, Wyoming – Part 2: Clear Lake to the Summit (7-19-20)

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Book Review: The Klondike Cafe – A Bud Shumway Mystery #11 by Chinle Miller

6-30-20 –  Hey, Loopster, come here!  Get a load of this!

What is it, SPHP?

Now that we’re temporarily back from your first Summer of 2020 Dingo Vacation, I’m checking on some of the cool comments that came in for you on T(M)TAOL while we were gone.  You’re never going to believe this one!

Really?  Don’t keep me in suspenders, SPHP!  What does it say?

Suspense, not suspenders, Loop.  Anyway, here goes:

“I hope you don’t mind that I dedicated my book to you, Lupe. If you contact me, I’ll send you a free copy. Even though I’ve been in Tombstone, your adventures helped inspire it, as well as you being who you are.”

A book dedicated to me!  Mind?  Why would I mind?  That’s a great honor, isn’t it?  Who wrote that comment?

A great honor?  You better believe it is, Loop!  Not every day that someone dedicates a book to you.  In fact, until now, not any day was.  Considering that most people never ever write a book in the first place, and then that the author doesn’t even know you except through T(M)TAOL, this is like getting struck by lightning!

Actually, this is a lot better than getting struck by lightning, SPHP!

Well, of course.  I didn’t mean it literally, just that this is an extraordinarily rare event.

So, you still haven’t told me who wrote that comment.  And what’s the book called?

The comment is from Chinle, Chinle Miller.

Oh, Chinle!  I like Chinle.  Chinle has written quite a few nice comments on T(M)TAOL.  You never told me she was an author, though.

There’s a reason for that.  I didn’t know it, either, until now.  Chinle must really like you, too, Looper.  One of your biggest fans!  Dedicating a book she spent who knows how long writing to you is absolute proof, as if any was needed.  Why, Chinle must have been planning this for ages!

Lupe beamed from big soft Dingo ear to big soft Dingo ear.

OK!  So back to the name of this book, SPHP.  What’s it called?  What’s it about?  Can you send for my free copy right now?

Sure, we’ll send Chinle a reply.  I don’t know what the book is called, but there’s a link that Chinle sent along with the comment.  Let’s check it out.

The link went to an Amazon page.

Hey, hey!  Here it is, Loop!  Wow, totally legit!  The Klondike Cafe (Bud Shumway Mystery Series Book 11) by Chinle Miller.  Rated 4.7 out of  5.0 stars on Amazon!  That’s mighty good.  People must really like it!

The Klondike Cafe?  Must be about Canada!  We’ve been to the Klondike Highway and the Klondike River, right?  Don’t remember ever being at the cafe, though.  What else does it say, SPHP?

The cafe might be fictional, Loop.  Not sure.  The Klondike Cafe is a novel.  There’s a synopsis.  Listen to this:

“When a Mountie shows up in Sheriff Bud Shumway’s Utah office and accuses him of aiding and abetting a possible murderer in Canada’s Yukon Territory, Bud is mystified, especially since he doesn’t even know the guy. And when he receives a gold-mining claim transferred to his name and a cryptic message telling him to come to the Klondike Cafe, Bud is soon on his way, even though he has no idea where the cafe is or why his help is needed.

Join Bud on the adventure of a lifetime, as he discovers the beauty and sometimes deadly lure of the North Country, the land once charted on maps as the “Great Northern Mystery.”

A murder mystery!  I didn’t expect that, SPHP, but I was right about Canada, wasn’t I?  The sheriff goes to the Yukon to solve the case, and get rich mining gold!  Sounds like The Klondike Cafe must have a lot more of a plot than our adventures do.  We’re always like, “Here’s a cool mountain, let’s see if we can get to the top?”  Usually different mountains, but sort of the same thing every time.  No one gets killed on our adventures.

No, they don’t.  Planning on keeping it that way, too!  If people want more drama than we provide, they’d be better off reading The Klondike Cafe.  Anyway, there’s more here, another link.  Apparently to a bio about Chinle.

So, read it to me!

Intend to, Looper:

About Chinle Miller

Chinle Miller wanders the outback of Colorado and Utah, eyeing civilization from a safe distance.  She’s accompanied by her dogs and occasional ravens.

She has a B.A. in Anthropology and an M.A. in Linguistics and an A.S. in Geology.

Short and sweet, but does sort of explain why Chinle likes you, Loop.  She has dogs, and enjoys spending time with them out in remote places, just like you and me.  In fact, sounds like she’s more of a real nomad than we are.  Most of the time, we’re at home.  Civilization does have its perks!

Oh, and she’s a geologist, too, SPHP.  Which means she must like rocks.  Mountains have a lot of rocks, so maybe she likes that I climb mountains?  She might not be such a complete nomad like you’re saying, though.  Most nomads don’t spend that much time in school.  An M.A. in Linguistics!  Wonder if Chinle and her dogs talk like we do?

Of course, they do.  I’m sure of it!  Here, let’s send Chinle a response right now.  Thank her for the grand honor she’s bestowed upon you, and get that free copy of The Klondike Cafe on the way.

Chinle responded the very next day.  It was going to take a little while, but she would get The Klondike Cafe sent to Lupe as soon as she could, personally autographed, no less!  Amazingly, it got even better than that, as Chinle went on to say “Thanks, but you’re the real star, Lupe, and beautiful to boot!  But I think you’ll like Lindie, the dingo in the book, as she’s based on you, though I make her look a little more coyote like.”

A murder mystery in the Yukon with a Dingo named Lindie playing a role!  Lupe and SPHP were both excited.  The Klondike Cafe was really something to look forward to!

July.  Adventure season!  The Klondike Cafe arrived while Lupe was out climbing mountains in Wyoming and Utah during her second Summer of 2020 Dingo Vacation.  There it was, though, brand spanking new when she returned home on July 26th.

200 pages long, quick-paced, and mostly light-hearted (despite being a murder mystery!)  And, oh boy, was The Klondike Cafe ever good!  As the synopsis and title of the series indicated, Sheriff Bud Shumway is the star.  Early on he is astonished to find himself inexplicably entangled in a murder he doesn’t know anything about, yet suspected by the Canadian Mounties of somehow having a hand in it.

Sheriff Shumway is soon reluctantly leaving his semi-capable deputy, Howie, in charge of things back in his hometown of Green River, Utah, and is on his way to the far north to figure out not only who done it, but exactly what, how, and why they’d done it.  Bud’s very capable wife, Wilma Jean, a pilot and business owner, is also left behind trying to stay in touch with her husband while taking care of the watermelon farm they own, plus their two dogs Hoppie and Pierre.

Realizing this trip will be a rare chance for adventure in places he’s only dreamed of before regardless of how the murder mystery he’s wrapped up in turns out, Bud brings along his harmonica, which he is learning to play, and a camera to take photos of the Northern Lights.

In addition to all the fixes Bud finds himself in as the plot unfolds, The Klondike Cafe is sprinkled not only with brief geology lessons, but bits of information on Canadian First Nations, too.  Everywhere he goes, Sheriff Shumway meets an interesting cast of characters all with problems, likes and dislikes, motivations, and dreams of their own.  Meanwhile, Chinle is busy slipping in snippets of her sneaky sense of humor, as well.  “Palatial Estates Trailer Park”!  SPHP had to laugh, yet you just know such a contradiction in terms might actually exist.

Bud makes it to Skagway, Alaska, a major cruise ship port and start of the White Pass Railroad that goes through Fraser up to Carcross in the Yukon, passing Lindeman and Bennett Lakes along the way.  The action takes him to Whitehorse, capitol city of the Yukon, where paddle wheel steamships once provided transportation and brought in supplies in the days before roads; Dawson City, heart of the Klondike Gold Rush, with its free ferry across the Yukon River to the Top of the World Highway; and up the Dempster Highway to the spectacular trail to Grizzly Lake in Tombstone Territorial Park.

Since Lupe and SPHP have been to so many of the incredible places Bud visits in The Klondike Cafe, that really helped to make it all come alive.  Despite Chinle’s considerable descriptive powers, readers who’ve never been to these parts of Canada or Alaska might have a harder time fully appreciating the amazing wilderness stage upon which Sheriff Shumway’s sleuthing plays out.

For Lupe, The Klondike Cafe was more than just an exciting tale of Bud’s adventures and travails while trying to solve the mystery at paw, it was a constant reminder of all the great adventures she’d been on with SPHP in the same areas Bud was getting to know.

Taiya Inlet and Skagway (L) as seen on the way up AB Mountain to join the Arctic Sisterhood, Alaska 8-7-17
Cruise ship in Skagway, Alaska 8-7-17
White Pass & Yukon Route train in Skagway, Alaska 8-7-17
The Most High Exalted Dingo of the Arctic Sisterhood at the Arctic Brotherhood hall in Skagway, Alaska 8-8-17
Exploring past the end of the International Falls trail, which crosses the US/Canada border between Skagway & Carcross, 8-8-17
On Fraser Peak, British Columbia near the US/Canada border, 8-9-17
In Carcross, Yukon Territory, 8-6-17
Carcross and Bennett Lake as seen on the way up Nares Mountain, Yukon Territory, 9-10-18
In Whitehorse, by the S.S. Klondike, which used to ply the upper Yukon River between Whitehorse and Dawson City, Yukon Territory 8-10-17
On Grey Mountain (Canyon Mountain) near Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, 9-9-18
Dawson City and the Yukon River from Midnight Dome, Yukon Territory 8-23-18
Lupe reaches Tombstone Territorial Park near kilometer 50 of the Dempster Highway, Yukon Territory 9-3-17
Approaching Grizzly LakeMount Monolith (R).  Tombstone Territorial Park, Yukon Territory, 9-6-17
At the Dawson City General Store, Yukon Territory 9-3-17
The free ferry across the Yukon River in Dawson City, Yukon Territory 9-3-17
Top of the World Highway from Swede Dome, Yukon Territory 8-24-18

“They all walked inside and on to better things.”  So that’s it, Looper.  The end.  Wha’dya think?

The Klondike Cafe was a great story, SPHP!  You ought to learn to write like that.  One bad thing about it, though!

Really?  I thought it was terrific!  What didn’t you like?

Makes me wish we were up in the Yukon having more adventures of our own right this very minute!

Yeah, me too!  Sort of a fabulous trip down memory lane for us, wasn’t it?  Got any favorite parts?

Oh, I liked Sheriff Shumway’s adventures and harmonica playing, but I loved Lindie best of all.  So courageous!  She not only helped Bud find the Klondike Cafe, she even helped solve the murder mystery, too, you know!  Good press for all of us American Dingoes!  For some strange reason, Carolina Dogs don’t get much of that.

So you loved Lindie best of all, Lupe?  Well, knock me over with a feather.  Who’da thunk it?  Guess we’ve got partners now in Lindie and Sheriff Bud Shumway helping to spread the word on Carolina Dogs and their love of adventure!

Thank you, Chinle!

We’ll always treasure The Klondike Cafe!   –  Lupe & SPHP

North Klondike River in Tombstone Territorial Park, Yukon Territory 9-4-17
Dingo endorsed!

Links:

The Klondike Cafe on Amazon

In addition to the Bud Shumway Mystery Series, Chinle is the author of Desert Rats: Adventures in the American Outback, Uranium Daughter, The Impossibility of Loneliness, In Mesozoic Lands: The Mesozoic Geology of Arches and Canyonlands National Parks, plus several U.S. National Park guides.

Chinle Miller on Amazon

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