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Wilderness home for seniors

If we ever leave the bush it will be because of conversations like this- “Who was it in Gladiator? Australian.”
Long pause. "Can’t think of anyone Australian. Except Rolf Harris.”
“Neither can I.”
“Mel Gibson!”
Longer pause. “One syllable name, though.”
Hours later… “Russell!”
“That’s it. Simon Russell-Beale? No. Wait. Simon Beale… Russell Beale… Russell Crowe!”

It’s like living in the world’s most remote old people’s home. Things we once knew are slipping away and our minds are gently filling with snow. I get The Economist online every Friday to stem the flow but it doesn’t help with trivia.

Thank God we can get to town now and have other input. We don’t have our shorter river trail in yet so are doing the long route, downriver and back over the mountains, a 160 mile round trip.

It took us 7 hours and nearly all in the dark as we only have 5 hours of twilight a day now.

We were high in the mountains when a blood red dawn crept into the sky. The wind …

Flip-flops at 30 below

Winter came all of a sudden this year. We saw a few wee chunks of ice in the river on November 1st, nothing bigger than you would put in a G & T. By the 5th it had choked with ice and stopped completely.

A few days later it was -30˚C and a few days after that, we had a huge dump of snow. I was still wandering round the yard in flip flops and jeans wondering what had happened.

We were out walking when it stopped. It dammed downstream and backed up, flooding over our feet. I managed to capture it all on the GoPro, take a look if you didn’t see it on our Facebook page-

It’s all too exciting and we’ve found ourselves rushing around doing things we thought were a month away. 

We've already been across river and gone 6 miles up towards Dawson, and 7 miles down towards Alaska. For the past two years, we hadn’t even crossed the river here for another week.

I’ve described, ad nauseum, the difficulty of getting snowmachine trails along the river when the ice is jumbled and piled high w…