Last Day in Whitehorse

Barb's son Terry and Kona (lower left)

The mighty Yukon River flowing from the top photo...

and off to the left on the bottom photo.

Look closely, a school of trout trapped in a pool by a beaver dam on the left.

The spruce forest.

A gray jay.

Paul, his sister Grace, and Barb.

An eagle that came to watch the swimmers.

Diving into the very cool Yukon River...

Makes the whole body tingle.... brrrr.

Monday, August 28^th.

Barb’s son Terry and his chocolate Labrador Kona dropped by for a coffee this morning. Very nice young man who makes a living as a contractor doing renovations and new builds. He was expressing some of his frustrations with clients with loose architectural drawings. He stayed for a couple of hours and then we left to go for a walk. Barb was trying to find some gray jays for me that I wanted to try to photograph, so we went to a local campground. There we went for an easy walk to a beautiful view of the Yukon River. The Wolf Creek which runs through here is dammed by a beaver which has trapped a school of trout. Back at the campground I saw a few jays but didn’t get a good shot. They are members of the corvid family along with blue jays, ravens, and crows. After that we dropped by her hiking and swimming buddy, another teacher named Grace. Her husband was out riding his motorcycle but her brother, Paul, was visiting from Saskatoon. We returned to the townhouse where Barb made a moose meat stew, with stuffed peppers and broccoli for dinner. After that we sat and talked for a couple of hours before turning in as we have to get up at 4:30 to make my 6:30 flight to Edmonton. Actually, she talked, and I whispered as I have laryngitis! Argh.