Sharphooks
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The biggest treat of the trip was being asked if I wanted to take a side trip to Damdochax Lake to help Warren repair the roof of the Telegraph Cabin NO. 5, a remanant of the Klondike telelgraph cabins that began in Ashcroft and went through Quesnel, Hazelton, the Upper Skeena, Damdochax, and then onwards to Atlin, Dawson City and up into the Klondike.
Warren's clan, the Wet'suwet'en , own that land and he wanted to reseal the roof of cabin No. 5
I got to fly up the river to Damdochax Lake ----quite an experience.
Here was the one of the inner walls. Look at the dates! A true piece of British Columbia's history.
And then all of a sudden it was November. I'd left my home base in September so this was the longest Fall trip I'd ever taken. And the temperatures weren't letting up. -2 C every morning. It had been a fantastic October for me but I knew it was time to head home
Here's the puppy in her chopper helmet. It looks goofy but it kept her ears pinned to her head and she was remarkably quiet and composed for the 1 1/2 hour flight back to Smithers
When I got back to my camper, the batteries were dead, everything had frozen and I realized how exhausted I was from just trying to stay warm for the last 10 days
It was a bit sad to be back on Highway 16 heading south after such a memorable trip. I needed a long drive to make sense of how the last month had unfolded in such an elegant manner. It would be a challenge teasing out the days one by one to recall them all over again
But the upside of the jumbled blur of images and tastes and smells and the sound of screaming fly reels????
---now I know exactly where I'll be next October!
Warren's clan, the Wet'suwet'en , own that land and he wanted to reseal the roof of cabin No. 5
I got to fly up the river to Damdochax Lake ----quite an experience.
Here was the one of the inner walls. Look at the dates! A true piece of British Columbia's history.
And then all of a sudden it was November. I'd left my home base in September so this was the longest Fall trip I'd ever taken. And the temperatures weren't letting up. -2 C every morning. It had been a fantastic October for me but I knew it was time to head home
Here's the puppy in her chopper helmet. It looks goofy but it kept her ears pinned to her head and she was remarkably quiet and composed for the 1 1/2 hour flight back to Smithers
When I got back to my camper, the batteries were dead, everything had frozen and I realized how exhausted I was from just trying to stay warm for the last 10 days
It was a bit sad to be back on Highway 16 heading south after such a memorable trip. I needed a long drive to make sense of how the last month had unfolded in such an elegant manner. It would be a challenge teasing out the days one by one to recall them all over again
But the upside of the jumbled blur of images and tastes and smells and the sound of screaming fly reels????
---now I know exactly where I'll be next October!
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