Gailbrath Lake, nestled in its awe-inspiring surroundings, beckoned me with its tranquil beauty. The rolling hills and majestic snow-capped peaks created a picturesque backdrop, while the serene waters invited me to find solace. It was a sanctuary of peace and promise, a place where serenity was within reach. But fate dealt a harsh blow as… Continue reading Unforeseen Obstacles: A Retreat from Gailbrath Lake
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Discovering Hidden Paths and Tranquil Lakes
Few roads diverged from the Dalton, most ending at the pipeline’s guarded domain. But fate smiled upon me, unveiling a path beyond, beckoning to be explored. Fortunate was I, stumbling upon this one that cut through a muddy stretch, revealing a hidden world. As the morning ensued, a majestic moose graced the serene landscape, finding… Continue reading Discovering Hidden Paths and Tranquil Lakes
The beaver
After a day and a half, the beaver swam ceaselessly across the little lake, its eyes fixed on me. It moved with an increasing sense of purpose, tracing the same path over and over again. Right, left, right, left. The urgency in its repetitive motion grew with each circuit, drawing it closer to the shore… Continue reading The beaver
Beginning the Dalton
On the Dalton Highway, a traveler must endure the trials of road construction. Queueing up, bumper to bumper, through the endless zones of ceaseless toil. Patience wears thin as progress inches forward. But the true torment lies in the gargantuan mosquitoes that haunt these parts. They defy conventional measures, shrugging off feeble attempts to repel… Continue reading Beginning the Dalton
Rainbow trout
I spent over a week fishing at a lake along the Steese Highway, determined to rely on my angling skills to feed myself. The rainbow trout were plentiful, and I had the satisfaction of catching enough to sustain me for the entire week. It was a fulfilling experience, knowing that I could provide for myself… Continue reading Rainbow trout
Denali Highway
I ventured down the Denali Highway, craving the wild and untamed. But as I ascended, so did the numbing cold. A quick glance at the thermometer chilled my spirit—27 degrees. Come morning, my water would be solid ice. Amidst the frigid air, I snapped these photos, capturing fleeting moments before retreating to lower ground, where… Continue reading Denali Highway
Fishing for Grayling
I spent a week south of Tok, chasing after Arctic Grayling. The rivers, however, remained stubbornly opaque, their waters refusing to reveal the elusive fish. The prospect of sustaining myself solely on my catch, a long-held desire, slipped through my fingers like the swift currents. But there, on the bright side, a pair of swans… Continue reading Fishing for Grayling
Yukon
Crossing into the Yukon, I promptly purchased a fishing license. When I inquired about the season, I was met with a dry response: “The season is always open.” However, to my bemusement, the lakes remained stubbornly frozen, mocking my intentions. Sometimes, you just have to shake your head and laugh.
The pond continued
The crash and splash jolted me awake, my mind racing. Was it a grizzly? Was I in danger? Slowly, I raised my head, scanning the surroundings on each side of the jeep. Nothing. I slipped on my shoes, opened the door, and quickly closed it, taking a breath. Imagining a flurry of activity with teeth… Continue reading The pond continued
The pond
This afternoon, I stumbled upon a serene spot near a pond, a welcomed respite on my journey towards the Yukon. The surroundings were breathtaking, and I couldn’t resist taking a leisurely walk down to the water’s edge to appreciate the beauty of the scene. However, a tinge of regret washed over me as I realized… Continue reading The pond