Wagons, North!

Merry Kiss Moose. Our motor coach to the White Pass narrow gauge railroad.

So many spectacular sights as our wee train snaked its way up White Pass to the Fraser train station.

Countless snowpack-fed waterfalls,

Endless mountains,

Lush valleys,

Fraser-bound trains hugging the side of the mountain… wait, what???

Girders in the mist, ah, no: trestles in the clouds. This retired train bridge was an engineering marvel when it was built. Our trestle had tracks on the other end.

Many mountaintop lakes here at 3000 feet.

Fraser, BC is the northern terminus of our train ride towards the Yukon Territory, the YT. Definitely not a tourist town, it’s basically a train station, Canadian Customs and Border Control, and housing for border crossing employees. Transferred back to our coach.

Now on the Southern Klondike Highway for an hour before turning west on the Alaska Canadian Highway.

The ALCAN was first proposed in the 1920’s, but funding rejected several times by Canada because it wouldn’t be a great benefit to much of Canada. The bombing of Pearl Harbor drastically changed that dynamic, with the common threat to the North American west coast. Both countries signed on to the project later in 1942 and it opened to the public in 1948. It’s currently 1387 miles long, running from Delta Junction AK to Dawson Creek BC.


Brief stop in Carcross to stretch and get a cuppa joe. More town name origins: CARibou CROSSing, for exactly what you’re thinking. There’s several crossings like that, Carcross got that name to distinguish it from other caribou crossings. Now you know.

School here runs from K-6; middle and high students commute to Whitehorse for the week then commute home for the weekend.


Another brief stop at jaw dropping Emerald Lake. The myth is, this is where the Northern Lights go to spend the summer.


Arrived in Whitehorse around 2:30pm. Whitehorse, capital of Yukon Province since 1952, is a bit more metropolitan than, say, Skagway. A bit chilly but sunny. Got a snack and drink at their Tim Hortons (Starbucks’ got nothin’ on TH) and back to our room for a before dinner nap.

Sorry, no pics here except for our bed bears.

And this. If you want to start your car when it’s -30 degrees, you have a block heater to keep the engine oil from having the consistency of molasses, from the fridge.

June 5th travel: 20 miles on the White Pass Railroad from Skagway AK to Fraser BC, 88 miles by motor coach from Fraser to Whitehorse YT.

That’ll do for today. G’night.

Skagway

Later, Koningsdam! Since it’s so easy to forget the day of the week on vacation, they change out the mats in the elevators daily.

First stop after disembarking from our floating hotel and entertainment center was a motor coach tour of the town. Which doesn’t take very long; the touristy area is only nine blocks long by two blocks wide.

They have one main grocery store. Deliveries come weekly. Today is fresh produce day, tomorrow is frozen food day. This is a very expensive place to food shop; a dozen eggs or a gallon of milk is $8. Later in the week, shelves are empty of many staples. Lots of bartering and trading of provisions happens. Locals adapt. That’s Life in a Northern Town. You’re welcome for the earworm.

Afterwards, our driver took us about halfway up White Pass Trail and a couple miles across the border into the Yukon Territory. In its early days, this trail was only one of two ways to get to Skagway by land.

Chilling with a warm beverage in our hotel lobby before heading out for a bite. Drizzly, foggy 52 degrees when we arrived, now sunny and about 60 degrees.

Diane and I are in agreement that NY/NJ/FL aren’t the only places to go for great pizza. Yeah, yeah, we know, we traveled 3500 miles to seafood heaven and got pizza for lunch?! This little Italian//Mexican restaurant in Skagway knows how to make a great pie.

Tasty dough, really flavorful sausage, and lots of soft melt in your mouth mozzarella.

The pastry resistance: Alaskan Fried Bread. Imagine the best funnel cake you’ve ever had, then douse both sides with cinnamon and sugar. Another winner.

Walked about the town, checked out shops, back to the hotel for a nap

I wonder if residents ever take these views for granite? </DadJoke>

Juneau

We are but ants compared to the nearby mountains. A photo cannot convey the scale of our surroundings. That pale green spot (sorry, Carl) on the waterline is a small-ish iceberg

Spotted several icebergs before docking. This one is a floating rest stop for a couple dozen sea birds.

Towering giants backdrop the cruise ship shopping area.

Did we mention it’s t-shirt weather here? It’s a balmy, for Alaska, 60 degrees here at 5:30pm.

Stephen’s Passage

Kinda stunning, no? Looks like a mini avalanche happened between two of those peaks. We’re about 30 miles south of Juneau, full stop in Stephen’s Passage.

Thought we were paused for whale and/or some other wildlife watching, then…

… this vessel came over and tied up midship…

… picked up a bunch of passengers headed off to an excursion. And we’re underway again.

Sea Day

What to do on a foggy day at sea? Well, how about the thermal spa after breakfast. Then an enlightening live presentation about whales and how changes in the food web have led to their decline, and the work to help them recover.

Buffet lunch on the lido deck, then we ducked into the ship’s library to kill some time before a presentation about the Iditarod. Did you know the Alaskan Husky was in danger of dying out before the Iditarod race brought them into the sport? They’re well cared for and all they wanna do is run.

Whooped after the busy day, we caught a nice nap before our 5:00 “dressy” dinner reservation. It’s tradition on Holland America Lines to wear orange on the formal night. Why orange? It’s inspired by the large, orange-accented celebrations that take place in the Netherlands to honor the royal House of Orange-Nassau.

Btw, we found Johnny’s golden fiddle on deck 7.