Smoked Out & A Change of Plans – Whitehorse, Yukon Territory to Chicken, Alaska (8-1-23 & 8-2-23)

Day 10 & Part One of Day 11 of Lupe’s 2nd Summer of 2023 Dingo Vacation to Canada & Alaska!

8-1-23, Whitehorse, Yukon Territory

Are you ready yet, SPHP?  It’s already noon!  I thought you bought all the supplies we needed yesterday?

Sorry, Loopster.  I thought so, too, but I keep thinking of additional things that would be nice to have, and it will be a long time before we get another chance to acquire them once we leave town.  Anyway, that’s about it.  Just need to check on the weather and Dempster Highway road conditions, and we’ll be on our way.

Ugh!  Why, SPHP?  They told you at the visitor center only yesterday that the Dempster Highway reopened 2 days ago.  Do we really have to go back there again?

A mighty long stretch of the Dempster had been closed due to wildfires, Loop – all the way from the Ogilvie River way past Eagle Plains.  They warned me that part of it might get closed down again.  However, we don’t have to go back to the visitor center.  They said I can check for updates on 511yukon.ca.  Might as well do it while we’ve still got cell service.  No sense in driving clear up there if fires closed the highway again.

Seems incredible to think that wildfires could be that bad so far N, SPHP.

Yeah, absolutely nuts, isn’t it, Loop?  Hardly believe it myself.  Hmm.  Let’s see here.  Good news!  The Dempster Highway is still open.  80% chance of rain today and the next several days in Faro, so there goes that potential side trip on the way there.  Too bad!  Guess we might as well head straight N to the Dempster.

And then on to Tuktoyaktuk, Land of the Pingos, SPHP!

8-1-23, 12:39 PM, N. Klondike Hwy No. 2, Fox Lake – Yesterday afternoon a rain shower had cleared the air in Whitehorse, but as Lupe peered into Fox Lake from the dock by the campground boat ramp, a familiar white haziness was in the air, especially toward the horizon.  Not a good sign.

Sign at the entrance to the Fox Lake campground.
Out on the Fox Lake campground dock. Photo looks SW.
Fox Lake from the dock. Photo looks NW.
Peering into the cold, green, watery world of Fox Lake.
Along the shore. Photo looks SSE.

8-1-23, 2:57 PM, 80ºF – The smoke really wasn’t all that bad at Fox Lake, but by the time Lupe got to Five Finger Rapids on the Yukon River, it was considerably worse.  Although the Carolina Dog was already well N of Carmacks and the turn E toward Faro where there was supposedly an 80% chance of rain today, the afternoon was sunny, warm, and dry.  In fact, it was just plain hot in a fur coat.

The Five Finger Rapids sign looked older than it used to be.  Weeds grew among the thirsty flowers in the planter beneath it.  The view deck and wooden stairway down to the trail to the rapids were more weathered than SPHP remembered, too.

At the Five Finger Rapids Recreation Site N of Carmacks.
Five Finger Rapids from the upper view deck near the N Klondike Hwy. Photo looks SW.
One of the informational displays at the upper view deck.
Another upper deck display.

Despite the heat and smoke-marred views, Lupe made her traditional 0.76 km trek down to the observation deck near the rapids.  At least the islands among the once dangerous rapids could be clearly seen from here.

On the partially shaded trail to the lower observation deck.
Yukon River from the lower deck. Photo looks WSW.
Five Finger Rapids. Photo looks NW.
Display at the lower observation deck.
Area map.

Lupe panted hard in the heat on the way back up the 219 step staircase leading to the parking area.  Continuing the drive N along N Klondike Highway No. 2, SPHP ran the RAV4’s AC.  Meanwhile the temperature outside continued to inch higher.

Ascending the long wooden staircase.

8-1-23, 5:02 PM, 82ºF – After fueling up the RAV4 at Pelly Crossing and driving across the bridge, SPHP parked at the turnout overlooking the Pelly River.

Pelly River at Pelly Crossing. Photo looks SW.
Brief history of the Pelly Crossing region.
Regional map.

The smoke doesn’t seem to be getting any better, SPHP.

I know it, Loopster.  Keep thinking we ought to drive out of it, but it’s been smoky for more than a thousand miles since we first noticed a haze in the air after leaving Smithers way back in British Columbia.  Not sure what to do about it, except keep driving.  Sooner or later, there’s got to be an end.

What happens if there isn’t, SPHP?  What if the smoke extends all the way to Tuktoyaktuk?

Clear to the Arctic Ocean, Loopster?  That can’t be!  Simply not possible!  We’ll drive out of it somewhere along the way.  You’ll see.

I’m starting to wonder, SPHP.  The wildfires must have been bad if they closed the Dempster Highway at Eagle Plains, and that’s still a long way N.

The Dempster is open now, Loop.  Maybe they got some rain in the past few days?  Eagle Plains has been a monsoon every time we’ve ever been there.  Remember fleeing the freezing rain that turned to snow back in 2019?  We were lucky we didn’t get stuck, and that the Ogilvie River didn’t sweep us away that night.  It was practically over the highway the next morning where we parked.

True enough, SPHP, but that was then, and this is now.  And like you say, we’ve been through 1,000 miles of smoke already.

8-1-23, 6:01 PM – An hour later, SPHP stopped again at Stewart Crossing to have a look at the displays and let Lupe stretch her legs.

The Silver Trail starts at Stewart Crossing.
Stewart Crossing display.
The Silver Trail.
Mayo Road history. The Mayo Road is the Silver Trail.

The Silver Trail!  Remember Mount Haldane and Mount Hinton, SPHP?  They were fabulous!

Don’t forget Keno Hill way up in the fog and mist and that crazy mileage signpost where we parked, Loop.

We could sure use some of that fog and mist today, SPHP!

True enough, and from the Stewart Crossing bridge there did seem to be at least a glimmer of hope.  Looking upstream, the way the Mayo Road went, the smoke wasn’t quite as thick as it had been.  Unfortunately, in the downstream direction, the way N Klondike Highway No. 2 went, the smoke was as thick as before.

At the Stewart Crossing bridge. Photo looks S.
Stewart River upstream view. Photo looks SE.
Stewart River looking downstream from Stewart Crossing. Photo looks W.

NW of Stewart Crossing large regions of burnt boreal forest appeared.  However, none of it was on fire now.  Judging from the green grass and bushes already reemerging on the forest floor, it seemed these areas had burned during some recent prior year.

Beyond the burnt regions, N Klondike Hwy No. 2 deteriorated.  The RAV4 raised great clouds of dust on long stretches where the pavement had been stripped away.  A great swath of trees had been bulldozed, making the road enormously wide.

N Klondike Highway No. 2 NW of Stewart Crossing. Photo looks NW.

The farther SPHP drove, the worse shape these construction zones were in.  Bumping along, weaving among ruts and soft spots, the speed limit dropped to 30 km per hour.  Despite what ought to have been excellent weather for road construction, there was no sign of activity.  Eventually, enormous pieces of machinery were seen strewn motionless along the edge of the highway, like rusting dinosaurs whose epoch had come to a sudden, unexpected end.

Feels like we’re driving into the apocalypse, SPHP, like it’s the end of the world and time itself!

It was hard to disagree.  Finally reaching the turnout that doubled as a Tintina Trench viewpoint, the displays that used to be here were gone.  Only a limited smoke-marred view of the trench remained beyond the bushes growing up to hide it.

A hazy view of the Tintina Trench. Photo looks NNW.

8-1-23, 8:40 PM – It wasn’t much farther to the Dempster Highway.  20 more km, and the American Dingo was there.  All was quiet as the sun sank into murky clouds in a pale orange sky.  SPHP was surprised to see a new unattended gas station.  The old one, which had finally upgraded its ancient pumps, now advertised itself as “discount gas” for the bargain price of $1.899 per liter.

At the S end of Dempster Highway No. 5. Photo looks W.

SPHP filled the RAV4’s tank.

On to Tuktoyaktuk, SPHP?

Heh, I don’t know, Loop.  Let’s hang out here near the Dempster Highway display for a little while.  Maybe someone will come along who can give us a report on what it’s actually like farther N?

Lupe didn’t have long to wait.  10 minutes, and 3 motorcyclists came roaring across the bridge over the N. Klondike River.  Sure enough, they pulled right up onto the display’s gravel pad and stopped.

Stay in the RAV4, Loop.  I’ll find out what they have to say.

SPHP met 2 middle-aged men and a younger one, who was the son of one of the older men.  Their uniforms were coated with dust, and the dad had some trouble, moving gingerly.  After SPHP volunteered to take group photos next to the display for each of them on their phones, they were willing to chat for a few minutes about their Dempster Highway experience before roaring away.

So what did the motorcyclists say, SPHP?  How far N did they go?  Is the road still open all the way to Tuktoyaktuk?  Where does the smoke end?

It was an incredible tale, Loopster.  Yes, the road is open.  These guys went all the way to Tuktoyaktuk, but it was smoky the entire way, even at the Arctic Ocean!  They didn’t get to see much of anything except smoke.  Eagle Plains was awful.  Even worse, both older men crashed their bikes, one at a spot where the highway suddenly turned from gravel to river rocks.  He suffered a concussion and has several cracked ribs.  The young guy’s dad said he was glad that he’s done the Dempster Highway once now, but that he’s never, ever coming back.

Oh, my gosh!  That’s terrible, SPHP, but river rock won’t crash the RAV4.  Are we still going N?

Sheesh, I don’t know, Looper.  Let me ponder it.  How can the dang smoke extend clear to the Arctic Ocean?  Yet it does.  Kind of pointless, if we can’t see anything.  I told those guys that we wanted to climb some mountains.  They all said we could get to Tuktoyaktuk if we wanted to, but thought that climbing mountains in the smoke was nuts – a really bad idea.

Well, while you ponder, can we at least get out of the RAV4 for a while, SPHP?

Sure, let’s take a stroll over to the bridge.

The walk to the Dempster Highway bridge over the N. Klondike River was a short one.  Soon Lupe was standing at the start of the bridge with the road that was to have provided access to many adventures during this Summer of 2023 Dingo Vacation beckoning beyond her.

The road to adventure! At the Dempster Highway bridge over the N. Klondike River. Photo looks E.

Alright.  I’ve decided.  We can’t give up so easily, can we, Loop?  We’ve come such a long way already to get here.

Does that mean we’re going on to Tuktoyaktuk, SPHP?

We’ll see.  Let’s just take it one day at a time.  Sooner or later the smoke’s got to clear.  It’s not far to Tombstone Territorial Park.  Maybe we can do something there tomorrow?

That sounds terrific, SPHP!  I love Tombstone Park.

Returning to the RAV4, the Carolina Dog’s long anticipated journey N on the Dempster Highway began.  Driving over the bridge and 4 miles past it, SPHP then parked at a wide spot near a side road.  After hitting 82ºF and staying there for hours during the afternoon, the evening had now cooled off into the upper 60’s.

What’s wrong, SPHP?

Cheese and crackers, Loopster?

Sure, SPHP, but why did we stop?  Are we spending the night here?

What’s wrong, SPHP?

SPHP kept feeding Lupe cheese and crackers and munching away on them, too, for a while before answering.

Nope.  Not spending the night here.  This isn’t going to work.  I already caught a glimpse of the Ogilvie Mountains ahead.  Barely.  The smoke is terrible, Loop.  There’s a huge plume drifting into them from somewhere off to the SE.  Must be big fires nearby.

So, what are we going to do, SPHP?

Alaska, Loopster!  Maybe skies are blue there?

And this is it for all of the Dempster Highway adventures we had planned?

Not necessarily, Loop.  Perhaps we can come back later on.

8-1-23, 11:11 PM – Fortunately, Carolina Dog are flexible planners.  Lupe was unfazed.  The evening air was pleasantly cool as she stood atop the ancient, decaying, over-sized bench atop Midnight Dome (2,887 ft.).  Unsurprisingly, air quality still hadn’t improved in the least.  The views of Dawson City and the mighty Yukon River were all marred by smoke.

On the ancient wood bench atop Midnight Dome. Photo looks S.
The Yukon River from behind the bench. Photo looks NW.
Dawson City from Midnight Dome. Photo looks SE.
How Midnight Dome got its name.

8-2-23, 6:19 AM – Of course, the Dempster Highway wasn’t all that far back, and there had always been a chance that the sky would clear by morning.  No such luck!  Returning to Midnight Dome’s summit, Lupe had a final look around before SPHP drove back down the mountain.

Morning at the ancient Midnight Dome bench. Photo looks SW.

During a brief tour of Dawson City, Lupe visited the S. S. Keno, had a look at some of the shops, and hung out with a wooly mammoth, before SPHP decided it was time to get in line for the George Black ferry across the Yukon River to the Top of the World Highway.

Dawson City.
A few of the shops.
The historic S. S. Keno, which once plied the Yukon River.
Hanging out with a wooly mammoth.
About wooly mammoths in the Yukon.
In line for the ferry.
Crossing the Yukon River aboard the George Black ferry.

8-2-23, 12:40 PM – Crossing the Yukon River aboard the ferry took less than 10 minutes.  After climbing out of the river valley, a long, ordinarily scenic drive winding W atop enormous, gently rounded ridges ensued, passing Cassiar Dome, Swede Dome, and many others along the way.

The smoky haze made the drive less thrilling today, but as SPHP parked the RAV4 on a ridge near the W end of the Canadian part of the Top of the World Highway, there seemed to be hope of improvement.  Off to the NW, the sky looked bluer.

C’mon, Loopster!  Let’s go for a romp.  Davis Dome (4124 ft.) is in sight past US/Canadian customs.  We’re almost to Alaska!

Davis Dome (L), US/Canadian customs (R) in the distance. Photo looks WNW.

A huge cairn Lupe had been to years ago still sat atop a hill just N of the highway.  The American Dingo revisited it for a last look back into the Yukon before continuing on into Alaska.

Looking ENE back into the Yukon from the huge cairn.

As usual, Lupe breezed through US customs, entering Alaska without a hitch.  The winding drive now continued SW on a beautiful new paved stretch of highway past Davis Dome all the way to Jack Wade Junction where the pavement ended and Taylor Highway No. 5 turned N on its way to Eagle on the Yukon River.

The Carolina Dog had never been any farther than Steele Creek Dome in that direction, and wasn’t bound that way today, either.  Instead, SPHP continued driving SW on the Taylor Highway, which went down the Jack Wade Creek valley, crossed the South Fork of the Fortymile River, and wound around Lost Chicken Hill (2,150 ft.) shortly before reaching the historic gold mining community of Chicken, Alaska.

8-2-23, 1:33 PM ADT, 75ºF, Chicken, Alaska – After SPHP filled the RAV4’s tank at the Gold Panner, Lupe visited the big chickens out front.

Chicken, Alaska

Still some smoke around, SPHP, but it doesn’t seem too bad – certainly an improvement over conditions back at the start of the Dempster Highway.  Maybe coming to Alaska was the right thing to do after all?

I sure hope so, Loop.  I’m ready to do something other than drive forever.  No more than an hour to Mount Fairplay (5,541 ft.) from here.  Want to climb it again this afternoon?  Been 4 years since we’ve been there.

Mount Fairplay?  That would be awesome, SPHP!  Onward, RAV4 ho!

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Return of the Most High Exalted Dingo of the Arctic Sisterhood – Along the Road to Skagway, Alaska (7-28-23 & 7-29-23)

7-28-23, 8:04 AM, 53ºF, Telkwa River, British Columbia – SPHP turned the key and the RAV4 sprang to life.

Finally get our trip journal caught up, SPHP?

I did, Loopster!  Say good-bye to the beautiful Telkwa River, it’s time to make some tracks.  You’ve got a couple of rest days ahead while I drive to recover from the long trek to Telkwa Microwave Mountain.

So what’s our next destination, SPHP?

Atlin Lake!  Remember when we chartered a boat last summer to take us over to Teresa Island so you could climb Birch Mountain?

How could I ever forget that, SPHP?  Birch Mountain was totally awesome!

Well, we’re going to do that again.  Atlin Mountain (6,722 ft.) will be your objective this time around.

Wow!  I can hardly wait, SPHP.  Onward!  SPHP, ho!

The drive back to Yellowhead Hwy No. 16 at Telkwa was mostly sunny, but SPHP drove into fog before getting to Smithers.  After a quick stop at Safeway for supplies, skies were blue again with big cumulus clouds hanging over the mountains on the way to New Hazelton, but the air seemed oddly hazy.  The mountains weren’t very clear at all.

At New Hazelton, SPHP fueled up the RAV4 in preparation for the 450 mile drive N on Cassiar Highway No. 37, and after that nothing notable happened.  For hours, the Carolina Dog was happy snoozing on her pink blanket while SPHP drove.

Stops were few and far between.  At the Bell I rest area after crossing the Bell-Irving River bridge, Lupe finally got a chance to get out and stretch her legs.  She got a second chance to stretch and bark at squirrels after crossing the Stikine River.  By early evening the American Dingo had reached the Cottonwood River, and SPHP was sick of driving.

At the Bell I rest area. Cassiar Hwy No. 37 km 188.3.
Along the Stikine River, Cassiar Hwy No. 37 km 436.

We’re staying here tonight, Loopster.

The Cottonwood River was a gorgeous spot.  However, the haziness first noticed after leaving Smithers had gradually grown worse all day.  Well before getting this far, there had been no denying it – the air was full of smoke.

Evening at the Cottonwood River, Cassiar Hwy No. 37 km 582.2.

7-29-23, 7:50 AM, 54ºF, Cassiar Hwy No. 37, km 697 – Barking at 2 foxes and a bunny had gotten the Carolina Dog’s morning off to a great start during the smoky drive to the Blue Lakes.  The lake next to the highway that Lupe trotted along the edge of was partially surrounded by burnt boreal forest, but this area had already burned before 2016 when Lupe had been here for the first time.  Where the fires were now wasn’t clear.

Blue Lakes, Cassiar Hwy No. 37, km 697.

Gah!  Can you believe this smoke, Loop?  It’s worse than ever, and we’re practically to the Yukon border!  Big fires in Alberta had been in the news since early May long before we ever left home, but I never dreamed that it would be so smoky way up here at the N end of British Columbia!

Me either, SPHP.  The part of Alberta we saw wasn’t smoky at all, except for a little bit in Banff when we first got there.  Maybe we’ll drive out of it once we turn W on the Alaska Highway?

Hope so.  In fact, I’m counting on it, Looper.

7-29-23, 8:32 AM, 59ºF, Cassiar Hwy No. 37, km 720.1 – No farther than the Yukon Territory border was, conditions were just as smoky here as they had been at Blue Lakes.  Lupe always got her picture taken here in front of the big Yukon Larger Than Life “Plus Grand Que Nature” sign.  This time, SPHP first had to clear out a bunch of trash some numbskull had left beneath it.

At the British Columbia/Yukon Territory border, Cassiar Hwy No. 37, km 720.1.
Cassiar Highway No. 37 map posted at the British Columbia/Yukon Territory border.
At the Yukon Territory border!

Good grief!  Who does this?

Does what, SPHP?

This plastic bag has two glass jars full of gray dust in them, Loopster.  One of the jars is broken, and there’s a note here indicating that all this dust is somebody’s ashes.  No doubt the poor deceased individual wanted their ashes spread in the Yukon, and this is as far as their dearly beloved friend or relative was willing to take them.  Instead of actually spreading the ashes around and taking their plastic and jars with them, this genius left it all sitting here below the Yukon sign.

So are we going to spread the ashes around, SPHP?

No!  I’m taking all this trash and stuffing it into the rest area trash bin across the road, ashes and all!

You wouldn’t, SPHP!

Oh, no?  Watch me!

The Alaska Highway was only a couple of miles farther N, and in the few minutes it took to get there, SPHP had already gotten over any flicker of remorse due to not spreading the poor deceased soul’s ashes.

That’s just cold, SPHP!

We’re in the Yukon, Loop.  Better get used to it!

7-29-23, 12:03 PM, 71ºF, Teslin, Yukon Territory – Even after a long drive W on the Alaska Highway, the air was still smoky when SPHP pulled into the gas station at the Yukon Motel.

Did you find out why the pumps aren’t working, SPHP?

Yup.  Power is out all over town.  Been out for 3 hours now, Looper.  Next fuel is 30 miles away at Johnsons Crossing.  Pretty sure we’ve got enough left to get there.

Chancing it wasn’t necessary.  Moments later someone came running out of the Yukon Motel.  Great news!  The power was back on.  Lupe was soon on her way to Johnsons Crossing, but with an already full tank.

7-29-23, 2:21 PM, 81ºF, Tagish Road No. 8 – Lupe waded around the boat ramp cooling her paws off in the Tagish River, occasionally lapping up some of the algae-filled water.  The river was very wide here as it flowed N into Marsh Lake.  Exiting the opposite NW end of the lake this river would have a different, much more famous name, for Marsh Lake was the source of the fabled Yukon River.

Near the Tagish Road No. 8 bridge over the Tagish River.
S end of Marsh Lake from the boat ramp.

The sky wasn’t as smoky here, but that wasn’t as comforting as it might have been following the recent shock.  After leaving the Alaska Highway at Jake’s Corner and going another mile to the turn-off onto Atlin Road No. 7, the news had been terrible.  Miles S, Mount Minto (6,913 ft.) near the N end of Atlin Lake had been barely visible in thick smoke.

Very disappointing!  Right then and there, Atlin Mountain was out.  It was even farther S, lost somewhere in that thick blanket of smoke.  SPHP wasn’t about to charter a boat to climb a peak in that much particulate and severely marred views.  Not worth it.  A new plan was in order.

Have you decided what we’re going to do yet, SPHP?

Think so.  At least I’ve got something in mind, since the smoke isn’t all that bad over this way.  There’s a peak that’s been on your list of possibilities for years that would have awesome views, if we can manage to climb it.  We can scout out the trailhead on the way to Skagway, then give it a whirl tomorrow, if the smoke doesn’t get any worse.

Skagway!  We’re going to Skagway, SPHP?  Maybe we’ll see Bingc?

Heh.  I’m pretty sure Bingc’s still back in China, Loopster.  Even so, it’s about time for the Most High Exalted Dingo of the Arctic Sisterhood to make another appearance in Skagway, though, isn’t it?

Lupe was perfectly happy with the new plan, but then Carolina Dogs aren’t terribly picky about whatever the plan might be as long as they can be part of it.  Before heading S to Skagway, Lupe had fun visiting Carcross at the junction with S Klondike Hwy No. 2.

Hordes of tourists were milling around the artsy Carcross shops, but SPHP was more intrigued by the sight of nearby Nares Mountain and Montana Mountain where Lupe had great adventures a few years ago.

Among the native art decorated shops in Carcross.
Nares Mountain (R) visible between shops.
By the cool Killer Whale totem pole.

7-29-23, 4:21 PM – 4 or 5 miles S of Canadian customs, SPHP parked the RAV4 at a pullout teeming with tourists on the E side of S Klondike Hwy No. 2.  Lupe leapt out to join the throng.  Down a boulder and bedrock-infested slope full of stunted evergreens, the turquoise blue waters of long, skinny Summit Lake beckoned.

Let’s go down there for a better look, SPHP!

Scrambling closer to the lake over the rough terrain, Lupe perched on a boulder with a view.  The air was still hazy with smoke, but not too bad.  Certainly better than the scene Mount Minto had presented back at Atlin Lake.  Summit Lake was one of many in the Tormented Valley, a region once buried deep beneath and scoured by enormous glaciers.

Summit Lake in the Tormented Valley. Photo looks NE.
White Pass (Center) at the S end of Summit Lake. Photo looks SSW.

As much fun as it was scrambling among the boulders and seeing lovely Summit Lake, unlike the other tourists doing the same thing, that wasn’t why Lupe was here.  Glancing NW back across S Klondike Hwy No. 2, an impressive mountain loomed 3 miles away.

Taiya Peak (Center). Photo looks NW.

Taiya Peak (6,844 ft.)!  Think that’s it, Loopster!

Awesome!  Looks big, SPHP.  Is that where we’re going tomorrow?

Yes.  If the smoke doesn’t get any worse, we’ll give it a go, Looper.  Before we head on to Skagway, though, we need to check out one more thing.  If we’re at the right pullout to use as a trailhead, there’s supposed to be a bridge over a big creek just S of it.  Let’s go see if there is one.

Sure enough, returning to the pullout, a highway bridge went over signed Summit Creek at the S end.

Taiya Peak (L of Center) from Summit Creek. Photo looks NW.

Satisfied, Lupe and SPHP piled back into the RAV4.  The drive continued S over White Pass, then steeply down a giant valley through US Customs and on to major tourist and cruise ship destination Skagway, Alaska.

Going through US Customs S of White Pass, S Klondike Hwy No. 2.

7-29-23, 4:29 PM, ADT – Lupe had originally joined the Arctic Sisterhood way back in 2017 when she’d climbed AB Mountain starting from a little pullout along the road to Dyea where the famous Chilkoot Trail of gold rush days began.  Naturally, the first thing the Most High Exalted Dingo of the Arctic Sisterhood wanted to do in Skagway was to visit the historic headquarters of the Arctic Brotherhood.

Back in Skagway again, the Most High Exalted Dingo of the Arctic Sisterhood returns to the Arctic Brotherhood Hall.

After announcing her presence at the Arctic Brotherhood Hall, the Most High Exalted Dingo wandered all around Skagway, hoping to run into friend Bingc Gu again, whom she had met here in 2018 up at the Devils Punchbowl at the end of the Dewey Lakes trail.

Keeping an eye and a nose out for Bingc while exploring Skagway.

Lupe searched for Bingc at all the most likely places she could think of – the Red Onion Saloon, the magnificent cruise ships berthed at the Taiya Inlet harbor, and the White Pass & Yukon Railroad train station.

At the Red Onion.
AB Mountain (Center) from the Taiya Inlet harbor. Photo looks N.
At the welcome sign first seen by cruise ship passengers.
One of the cruise ships.
More cruise ships.
Near the White Pass & Yukon Route train station.
A couple of the colorful locomotives.
By the fellow explorers centennial statue.

Under a tent near the train station, a band was playing live music.  They weren’t bad.  The sly Carolina Dog mingled in, still hoping to see Bingc somewhere among the crowd.  A sudden, ear-splitting blast from the horn of one of the locomotives put an end to her search.

The Most High Exalted Dingo of the Arctic Sisterhood fled.

Run, SPHP!  Let’s get out of here!  You were right, Bingc is in China.

7-29-23, 10:53 PM, PDT, S Klondike Hwy No. 2 – Parked at another pullout just N of White Pass, SPHP closed the trip journal and put down the pen.  Still light out, but the highway was quiet now.

All caught up again, SPHP?

Yup.  Better get some sleep, Loopster.  Really big day ahead tomorrow.

Evening’s end, South Klondike Hwy No. 2, British Columbia, Canada 7-29-23

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